Home » Friends » Weekend Writing Prompt #179 – Lucid

Weekend Writing Prompt #179 – Lucid

Posted on by

A word prompt to get your creativity flowing this weekend. How you use the prompt is up to you. Write a piece of flash fiction, a poem, a chapter for your novel…anything you like. Or take the challenge below – there are no prizes – it’s not a competition but rather a fun writing exercise. If you want to share what you come up with, please leave a link to it in the comments. Should you want to play along, click here and leave a link in Sammi’s comments.

 

Wind and leaves create a symphony
in the crisp, autumnal air

Sun renders all it touches
with a lucid and effulgent glow

No deer, no beavers,
no racoons, to be seen

But loons and mallards
caterpillars, a frog

add to the luminescent day

 

 

 

67 thoughts on “Weekend Writing Prompt #179 – Lucid”

    • Did you drop everything again? LOL

      And thank you… I am so glad you could FEEL it! I admit to being rather pleased with this one.

      I went out with my friend Julie both yesterday and today for over 3 hours each time, taking over 500 photos… my legs are killing me but man…

      Liked by 2 people

      • What? Sorry? I’m busy collecting dropped items that scattered all over the place when I dashed to read and respond… Oh, Yeah, sorry, yes, I did … 😉
        And how lovely that you got out and about and spent time in nature and with a friend! I wasn’t out at all yesterday, but spent a good chunk of this late morning in the park with a not-yet-4-year-old, and we had a blast (and I think she had a good nap after that. …). I took more photos, of course. It is such a glorious season, even if it makes me sad for summer’s passing … Oh well. Waiting to see more of your photos!!! xx

        Liked by 1 person

        • Hahaha! Oh dear… You needn’t go to such extremes, you know. You can even wait until, like tomorrow, to read 😉
          A not-yet-four-year-old is a wonderful person to spend time in a park with. Did you also have a good nap? 😉 I am sharing a few here and there but man… I dunno how the heck I’m going to create this post. But create, I will!

          Liked by 1 person

          • Ya know, I’m nutty, so sometimes my priorities are … (oops, ow… stepped on something I’d dropped before and did not collect … 😉 ). And, yeah it’s a fab age to spend time with, almost as talkative as I am and a tad more prone to magic-in-everything, which reminds me of mine … 🙂 🙂

            Like

  2. Excellent. We have not seen beaver, raccoons or loons (other that elected loons) lately. I have seen puddle ducks overhead and pair wading in the Rio Grande. I just posted your day-glow peach tree in all its luminescence.

    Liked by 1 person

    • Thank you. These islands have lots of wildlife but unfortunately there were lots of humans so none were to be seen. I think if we’d gone a little later, we would have been luckier. Next time!
      Yay to the peach tree!

      Liked by 1 person

  5. I’m mirroring John’s comment above, ‘effulgent’ doesn’t get used enough. Refulgent is another favourite word, haven’t used it in ages. Well done, Dale. You’ve painted the picture of a great fall day.

    Liked by 1 person

    • I came thisclose to using refulgent. Brilliant or luminous or gleaming and shining and dazzling felt so ho-hum so I settled on effulgent. Glad two o’ youse approve!
      Glad you like my picture! It was fabulous today and yesterday. Both days I got out for 3+ hour walks with my bestie.

      Liked by 1 person

    • Dear Rochelle,

      Out of the 356 pictures I took yesterday (and the 219 the day before) – and those exclude the ones I took with my phone – it was no easy task to choose the right one 😉
      So, that said, I am rather more than pleased that you find both verse and image gorgeous!

      Shalom and lotsa effulgent love,

      Dale

      Liked by 1 person

  17. Q

    Fall, at the end of the world. I would take that as being lucid, and for good reason, I like how you expounded on that to make the season what it truly is, a feast of poetic abandon whose city limits let you know that Washington Irving is coming for dinner. And stayijng for a while.

    Well spun autumn.

    B

    Liked by 1 person

Comments are closed.