Sally wanted to make stir fry.
But all it did was make her cry.
The onions attacked,
Her eyes staged a pact,
So, dinner waved sadly goodbye.
Laughing Along With A Limerick
Tag: Challenge
What Slipped Through Our Fingers
https://wordofthedaychallenge.wordpress.com/2026/09/04/harbor/
I harbor no ill will towards you;
I just miss what we used to have.
It vanished without a warning,
and an ache was left inside of me—
quiet, persistent,
a reminder of what once felt certain.
I wonder what went wrong,
what shifted beneath our feet,
what small fracture grew wide enough
to swallow everything we built.
I sift through memories
like shells along a shoreline,
trying to find the moment
the tide carried us away.
And though I hold no anger,
the longing still lingers—
a soft echo of a love
I’m learning to release.
The Loop I Keep Fighting
https://thedailyspur.wordpress.com/2026/08/10/negative-3/
The negative thoughts in my head
play on a constant loop,
a quiet hum that never fully fades.
Some days, they stop with ease—
a switch flipped,
a breath taken,
a moment of peace.
Other days, they fight tooth and nail
to make me believe
their whispered stories,
even when my heart knows
none of them are true.
They try to hold power over me,
a weight I push against
again and again,
learning, slowly,
that the fight itself
is proof of my strength.
WDYS #357
This image shows a puppy standing on its hind legs with a bouquet of wildflowers clutched in his/ her mouth. Behind him green hill and part of a fence can be seen.
Bouquet on Two Paws
Upon a hill of velvet green,
A fence leans softly in the scene.
A puppy stands—so proud, so small,
Balancing dreams that could enthrall.
Wildflowers spill from tender jaws,
A gift of love without a cause.
No words, no grand design at all—
Just nature’s bloom and puppy’s call.
Behind him hums the morning breeze,
Whispering secrets through the trees.
And in that instant, hearts may pause—
To feel the world through gentle paws.
Three Things Challenge #MM540
Your three words today are:
INSTANT
INGEST
INSTALL
I wanted wisdom—just one small byte,
So I clicked “Instant Enlightenment Tonight!”
It said, “Simply ingest this cosmic ball,
Then install your brain with version LOL!”
Now I hiccup facts and burp out rhyme,
My thoughts auto-update in record time.
If only life had a quick recall—
Just instant, ingest, and install!
Share My World
Here are this week’s questions:
1. What breed of dog or cat do you prefer?
2. Do you think some pets can look like their owners?
3. What was your first pet (if any)?
4. Do you think giving a child the responsibility of pet ownership is a good idea?
My Answers:
- I am more of a Toy breed of dog type of girl, especially if it is a pug
- Yes, I do. My friend Lisa son had a dog that looked just like him and had his personality as well.
- My first dog was named Chuckles. He was the best dog for a for a small child since I was only 5 when we got him.
- I do think it is a good idea. They learn what it takes to take care and how to look after someone who can’t do it on their own.
Gratitude:
Sunday Poser #302- What Sort of Posts Do I Like Writing Best?
Honestly? I’m a bit of a creative shapeshifter — but I definitely have favorites.
I love writing poems the most. Short ones, weird ones, structured ones, the kind that start as a tiny spark and suddenly turn into a whole mood. Haiku, limericks, tanka, Fibonacci poems — if it has a shape or a rhythm, I’m already halfway in love with it.
But I also enjoy stories and Q&A posts, especially the ones that feel like little conversations with whoever’s reading. There’s something fun about answering a prompt and letting my brain wander until it finds something unexpected.
So, if I had to pick? Poems are my home base. Stories and Q&As are my playground.
And honestly, anything that lets me mix creativity with a little humor or reflection is exactly my lane.
Initiative
https://thedailyspur.wordpress.com/2026/07/28/initiative-4/
I step forward even when the path is unclear
Nurturing courage in small, steady breaths
In moments of doubt, I choose to begin anyway
Trusting the quiet voice that urges me on
Inviting possibility to sit beside me
Allowing growth to unfold without rushing
Taking ownership of my direction
Igniting purpose with each intentional step
Valuing progress over perfection
Embracing the journey as mine to shape
Laughing Along with a Limerick
http://estherchilton.co.uk/2026/08/24/laughing-along-with-a-limerick-296/
I went for a jog.
While my head was in a fog,
I tripped on a soggy hotdog,
yelled “I’m a pollywog!”—
and swam home through an imaginary bog.
Small Things, Lasting Warmth
https://thedailyspur.wordpress.com/2026/07/18/grand-2/
Not everything needs to be grand.
Small things, small actions—
they often carry the greatest weight.
A quiet gesture, a bit of kindness,
can speak louder than anything lavish.
Try simple ways to brighten someone’s day,
and watch how the world softens.
You’ll see the magic in the modest,
the way a tiny spark
can warm a whole moment
and linger long after.
Hurt
https://thedailyspur.wordpress.com/2026/06/30/hurt-2/
The hurt that I feel runs deep.
Nothing you can do can fix what you have done.
Trust doesn’t grow back on command —
it withers where the damage lives,
and I’m left gathering the pieces
of the person I was before you broke them.
A Life Meant to Be Lived
https://wordofthedaychallenge.wordpress.com/2026/06/21/lifetime/
In the quiet hours of morning,
when the world is still deciding who to be,
we feel the gentle tug of purpose
calling us toward something brighter.
We only get one lifetime.
Live it to your fullest.
Let your courage rise like sunlight
breaking through a stubborn sky.
Choose the moments that make your heart expand,
the people who remind you of your own light,
the paths that feel like truth
even when they ask you to be brave.
Time moves with its own steady rhythm—
soft, relentless, honest.
And we, wanderers of our own becoming,
get to decide how boldly we dance within it.
So breathe deeply.
Step forward.
Make meaning out of the ordinary.
And let your story be one you’re proud to claim.
Chest
https://thedailyspur.wordpress.com/2026/07/05/chest-2/
I have a chest of all my secrets
protected by my guardians,
silent watchers in the dark—
they hold what I cannot carry,
they keep what I cannot speak,
and they stand between my truth
and the world that isn’t ready
to open the lock.
Picnic
https://wordofthedaychallenge.wordpress.com/2026/07/03/picnic/
Life is no picnic; you have to learn to roll with the punches,
carry your bruises with grace,
and still find a patch of sunlight
to sit in anyway.
Unshaken
https://thedailyspur.wordpress.com/2026/06/26/blackmail/
You tried to twist my silence
into something you could use,
a shadow you hoped would follow me
wherever I walked.
But I’ve learned to stand in my truth—
steady, unmovable, mine.
Your blackmail will not work.
I refuse to carry fear
that doesn’t belong to me.
I won’t bend for threats
or shrink beneath your schemes.
My voice is louder now,
my boundaries sharper,
my spirit untouchable.
You may rattle the door,
but you will never hold the key
to who I am
or who I’m becoming.