champ or chump

chic or cheesy
chilled or chafed
cheery chum or chagrined charlatan
charming chica or cheeky chit
charismatic chieftian or characterless churl
choir-boy child or cheating chap
chosen chairwoman or challenged chauvinist
chipper chancellor or chary chaperone
charitable character or chastising cheapskate
charging champion or chaotic chatterbox
chateaubriand or cheesburger
chess or checkers
change or changelessness
chocolate chickens or cheap cheeps
chop chewer or chow chomper

for Stream of Consciousness Saturday (SoCS)

Haiku

my nature daydream

frolicsome white seabirds not

covered in black oil

 

For Colleen’s Weekly Tanka Tuesday Poetry Challenge

Haiku

earth circles the sun

to bring seasonal changes

along with nestlings

For Haiku Horizons

Haiku

no rush earth is large

no rush but soon we hear the

terminal warning

 

For COLLEEN’S WEEKLY #TANKA TUESDAY

attitude derrière/arabesque penchèe/satipaṭṭhāna

jogging is my meditation; ballet is my profession.

daily, five miles, each five hundred steps a move i must perfect using satipaṭṭhāna.

today, attitude derrière and arabesque penchèe in my romantic ballerina long tutu.

 

For Three Line Tales Week 120.

boxing

 

“You’ve got to quit.”

“I can’t quit. We need the money.”

“We need you more than we need the money. You keep getting beat up.”

“I’m paid to get beat up.”

“They couldn’t pay you enough for that. You’re a father .”

“What am I going to do if I don’t fight?”

“What are you going to do when you can’t fight?”

“I used to be able to think. I’ve caught so many to the head, I can’t think anymore. I can’t get another job.”

“Which is harder to get, another job or another family?”

 

Photo prompt © J Hardy Carroll
For Rochelle Wisoff-Fields-Addicted to Purple

 

raven

A raven adopted me at my cabin in the north woods. I named him Edgar. We had a casual relationship, based on food and togetherness.

Edgar roamed the woods at will. One day, he brought home a crow, whom I named Allan.

Allan generally gave me a wide berth, unlike Edgar, who would perch on my shoulder. Allan and I competed for Edgar’s affections. I sensed that Allan was gradually winning.

When the two birds built a nest together and Allan laid eggs in it, I changed her name to Ellen.

The hybrid babies took me for their godfather.

 

For Carrot Ranch Flash Fiction Challenge