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Weekend Writing Prompt #235 – Mirror

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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.  Thank you, Sammi, for hosting this weekly party!

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Tempestuous, slate-grey clouds
hang heavy in the sky
mirroring my hungover state
waiting to free themselves

I could curl up into a ball and bemoan my state, or
Be inspired by my love (suffering similarly)
who found the wherewithal to go out and run
I’m inspired

Before long
the crunch of gravel under my feet
erases the pounding in my head
I rejoice in the colours of the leaves
Against the grey, above, and below

The rain starts, and rather than run faster
I slow to a walk
A cleansing of sorts
Alive once again

92 thoughts on “Weekend Writing Prompt #235 – Mirror”

  1. I love the opening and closing lines. From hungover low like heavy clouds to showered by rain, cleansed and brought back to life. Your zero to 95 words are exhilarating like the Gs from turbochargers.

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  2. Dark grey clouds mirroring your hungover state–such an interesting comparison. I like the change in feeling to exhilaration and healing at the end.
    And if this is true, I’m glad the run worked! 😀

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  9. Q

    Wow . .wow . . . WOW! Now this is the kind of beautiful surprise that makes my morning, my afternoon and my entire day! I love how you transformed the blech into a beauty, and with captures to boot!

    Tell me, does running when you feel like absolute shite on a stick feel like misery or triumph? For me, it feels like both. It’s absolute misery in that the beginning is an impossible arrangement of pace and stuttered breath. The middle is just numbness and the end is an agonizing series of steps that feel as if my feet have been cast in bronze. And yes, this is melodramatic, and yes, I don’t give a flip. Because when your head is pounding and your stomach is feeling as if it just ate jalapeno poppers breaded in concrete, and it’s rainy and cold and windy . . and you STILL get it done? Yep, it’s all that and more.

    As is this beauty of a prize to find on a Sunday morning. 🙂

    B

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    • B

      Now that is a beautiful thing to read in the morning, noon and day 🙂

      Let me first say to you: Thank you. I was limited at 95 words and could not describe the feelings you have done so adeptly right here. The first few steps had me thinking I needed to be committed. What in the blessed fuck was I doing? Misery is one way of putting it. Death warming over, is another. Stuttered breath and the hope that it doesn’t catch bringing up the contents of my stomach (sorry, I know how much you hate it – so much so that I wrote and rewrote the last line in my stanza (in deference to you) trying to avoid saying what I was trying to say 😉 G’head. Be melodramatic because honestly, the whole thing was! But, at the end of it, when you realise you did it? Rocky arms in the air with a shout, not caring who hears/sees you!

      You are so very lovely.

      Q

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    • Yanno… I just couldn’t see myself having a gin and tonic in the morning. Had I clamato juice? I was thisclose to making a Bloody Caesar…

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  13. Tempestuous? Now there is a word for a prompt. 🙂 (Yes, I looked it up).

    As for the rain, I say (with credits to others), “Some people feel the rain; others just get wet.”
    Lovely stuff, Dale. You took time to feel the rain?

    “I slow to a walk
    A cleansing of sorts
    Alive once again”

    (Rain does that. A pluviophile in the making?)

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  18. Beautifully done, Dale. It’s balanced, meaningful and lovely. Somehow I see this as cleansing of more than an alcohol-hangover. And the premise alone is wildly intriguing. 🙂
    I hate running.

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  22. You know, Dale, you’re always good (even your dodgy ones aren’t that bad), but this time, Dale, y ou have truly 100&edly excelled. I could shower you with superlatives but I’m sure I’ve used them all before. 🙂

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