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wickedeasy 70F  
10682 posts
10/9/2017 3:04 pm
welcome to the world

The shallow bowl held only four items. A hairline crack ran down the side, as it had for nearly 47 years. It sat in the same place, moved only when lifted by hands that prodded its contents just to set it down again.

Some things begin to be after enough time. they are no longer a thing, they hold too much within to be just an object any longer. Despite their use, they have transcended. Shh, it’s a secret only and dying people recognize, it’s a truth all the same.

Morning dew left faery handkerchiefs in the grass, the sun just now lighting on them, jeweled memories of the gatherings she is never woke to see. She sidestepped the little webs, holding her skirt high, careful not to break any. It would be a hot one today, already her curls tangled, began to crawl higher. By the time she took her place, her feet were wet.

To sit in a field of a morning is a strong thing. It’s breathing in life. Of course, the same can be said for a forest or the ocean. It helps not to chatter. When she pushed back against the rock, she was ready for the day. It would be a long one, no doubt.

When home, she slipped her hand in the shallow bowl and pulled out the amethyst crystal with the anemone inside it. Stepping outside, she passed the crystal through a faery web, slipped it in her apron pocket. It would cut the pain for the mother.

She tidied, read, made a batch of dough for bread, started her laundry.
It was nearly 3:00 when the call came. She decided to walk, the boy coming was still waiting for something. It would take a while.

She took the dough with her. Bread would be good for the family for supper; the smell might pull the wee one out. Her smile was broad as she set off.

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You cannot conceive the many without the one.

wickedeasy 70F  
32438 posts
10/9/2017 3:12 pm


You cannot conceive the many without the one.

wickedeasy 70F  
32438 posts
10/9/2017 3:14 pm

ps. his name is Jason Leghman.......lastname

bet he prefers boobs

You cannot conceive the many without the one.

wildnwanton 57F  
19449 posts
10/9/2017 3:14 pm

I love the way you paint the landscape, and a tiny bit of the subject, but leave the small details for the reader's imagination.

"Shall I tell you the secret of the true scholar? It is this: every man I meet is my master in some point, and in that I learn of him."
~Ralph Waldo Emerson

wickedeasy replies on 10/19/2017 4:00 pm:
i think i leave most everything to you. i give you the silences between the words. leave the rest up to you. it's how i used to read. my mind taking me away

ThomBombadil 36M
669 posts
10/9/2017 3:25 pm

Lovely prose. I think I'll like it here.

"Everything in moderation, including moderation"
- Oscar Wilde

wickedeasy replies on 10/19/2017 4:01 pm:
welcome. it's a safe place.

Tmptrzz 57F
81572 posts
10/9/2017 3:32 pm

Very nice hun I really do enjoy these posts you write, they are so heartfelt, thank you for sharing them with us..

Just your average every day run of the mill nana here!!!

wickedeasy replies on 10/19/2017 4:01 pm:
you are so kind. thank you for coming to read

Hardupfosho 44M
1727 posts
10/9/2017 4:00 pm

Awesome! Leghman indeed - I bet he prefers boobs too.

wickedeasy replies on 10/19/2017 4:02 pm:
pretty much guaranteed, eh?

doe_ra_me 108M

10/9/2017 6:55 pm

That simply depends on her direction Assman if retreating, Titsman if approaching. But then there is the oddman who appreciates eyes, watchful for expressive eyes.

We suffer primarily not from our vices or our weaknesses, but from our illusions. We are haunted, not by reality, but by those images we have put in their place.

wickedeasy replies on 10/19/2017 4:02 pm:
smiles. ah Doe....now that is why i adore you

sweet_VM 62F
80980 posts
10/9/2017 8:32 pm

Beautiful and captured every detail wicked. Hugs V

Become a blog watcher sweet_vm

wickedeasy replies on 10/19/2017 4:03 pm:
grins. the details are all in your mind VM

KtMnDu 67M
6216 posts
10/9/2017 10:21 pm

    Quoting wildnwanton:
    I love the way you paint the landscape, and a tiny bit of the subject, but leave the small details for the reader's imagination.
Exactly....I read the words, and the images come to me.......but then I pull back and pause......I find myself staring off to the side, lost in the thoughts.....

wickedeasy replies on 10/19/2017 4:04 pm:
i love that. it is exactly how i read. the spaces in between.

author51 57F  
95817 posts
10/10/2017 3:21 am

    Quoting ThomBombadil:
    Lovely prose. I think I'll like it here.
She is my favorite wordsmith.You will like it here.I love it here...

One can never have enough JOY in their life...

goodatpoetry2 70M
16574 posts
10/10/2017 5:09 am

Just love your writing...
Definitely worth coming back here for.

wickedeasy replies on 10/19/2017 4:05 pm:
i've been MIA, but you've been MIA longer. are you ok my dearest Poet?

azriel1970 49M  
29988 posts
10/10/2017 5:22 am

Love it!

wickedeasy replies on 10/19/2017 4:07 pm:
aw, shucks.

still running that DnB for romancing seniors? grins. yanno, that might be a real money maker

HeartCollector 63F  

10/10/2017 6:03 am

I am in love with your words and how you string them together.

The gladdest hours we know are those shared with a friend or two. Wilbur D. Nesbit

wickedeasy replies on 10/19/2017 4:10 pm:
that is so kind of you to say. this one is about a woman i know who lives in Maine and helps with birthing babies. not a midwife, a Doula. not sure if that is the right spelling. but she cooks and tends and spend a few days with families. She is about my age now and has been doing it all her life. her mama did it too.

spunkycumfun 60M/65F  
36127 posts
10/10/2017 10:26 am

It's your description of fields that's got me this time. Fields change big time not just from season to season but from morning to evening. I love fields particularly if wild things are growing along with the planted crops.

wickedeasy replies on 10/19/2017 4:12 pm:
oh yes, they change as clouds move in the sky. i remember sitting on a fence above the field that ran down to the river on my uncle's farm for hours, watching it move. it was a movie. smiles.

KItkat1415 58F  
19985 posts
10/10/2017 2:19 pm

This was a great description of many of my doula friends and how they feel about that day of work and potential bliss.
Sis, keep on writing,

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wickedeasy replies on 10/19/2017 4:13 pm:
HA, i just commented that this was what she was above. and here you are. Her mama was one before her. She lives up Maine. it's a good life she has, filled with miracles.

dbaley 67F
8434 posts
10/10/2017 8:46 pm

I love your writing!

wickedeasy replies on 10/19/2017 4:14 pm:
thank you kindly ms. baley

gardenboy321 57M  
41190 posts
10/22/2017 4:28 pm

To sit in a field of a morning is a strong thing. It’s breathing in life.

These are the type of lines I love to read from writers... so much impact and meaning caught in brevity.

Thoughts from the Garden...

wickedeasy replies on 10/23/2017 12:22 pm:
having spent a good deal of time on farms, i treasure the changes of a field. sun, wind, shadows, seasons all from my favorite spot.

what a gift it was to have farmers in my life.

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