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. Heard tell Sammi ain’t too particular on the dates we choose to play so, there is that and I thank her for that, too 🙂
When flippant replies are all I receive
I cannot help but feel the need
to recede
Where, in what world were you led to believe
I would not want you to succeed?
to mislead?
It is time, I say, to give me reprieve
I shall not beg for you, nor plead
to believe
I cannot help you with what you perceive
I’ve reached the end and feel the need
for you to go
Leave
Great response, Dale. (Yes leave)
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Thank you, John.
Sometimes that is the answer …
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Yes indeed.
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😊
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Excellent. The door is already open. Perfect photo.
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Thank you, Tim. That it is! Glad you like.
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Ah, Dale, that is brilliant and yes show’em the door! 😉
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I know I answered this but… hmmm.
And thank you and I will! 😉
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…weird things are happening in the WP kingdom! 😉 xoxoxo
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I probably thought I pressed “send” but did not… 🙄 xoxo
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…that button tends to work when you’re not done writing! 🤣🤣🤣
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😂🤣
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😉😘
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Yes, sounds like it’s time for that person to leave! Perfect photo pairing.
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I do believe so… Thank you, Merril.
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You’re welcome, Dale.
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Well done, Dale. Wow.
One of those poems that must be read several+ times, considered, and pondered (then back for more). While there are any aspects, even stanza by stanza, the poem awakens a sadness in me. An ultimatum? Failed relationship? Boundaries and reality?
My last (I’ve lost count) reading revealed to me that each stanza stands on its own as a short poem. 🙂
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Wow, to you.
That means a lot to me! It could mean any of those and, for me, it is definitely sad.
Whoa. And I was hoping they could be so read 🙂 Thank you so much, Bill.
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You put your poetic muscles to work with great success, Dale. 🙂
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I thank you, Bill. Coming from one whose poetic muscles I admire, is most appreciated! 🙂
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You are welcome, Dale. 🙂
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🙂
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Sounds like it’s time for Gloria Gaynor to sing “I will Survive”!
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Oh yeah!
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Well done, Dale! This seems like a tough challenge, but you aced this. Combining your words with that image is perfect!
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Thank you, Dan. It was – to get out what I was ted to say! Glad the word and image worked 😊
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Dale, this is a “gentle” reminder to all in attendance a door certainly works BOTH ways!
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I like that you find it “gentle” 😉
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Cool image to conclude the prose. …. and the mystery remains – who is being shown the door? hmmmmm ….
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Thank you, Frank…
Ahhh… that is the question, isn’t it? 😉
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Leaving seems like the right thing to do often, too bad I don’t do it enough. Great job, Dale-I hope it was you who made the decision as to who should leave.
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It does. Sometimes we stay longer than we should. And yes, it was I 🙂
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I absolutely figured as much. That’s a skill I need to work on. 😉 #yourmyhero
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Of course you did. If nothing else, mostly what I write is based on my own truths. And it was not easy (though when they are so flippant, make it a tad more so) but had to be done.
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A great response to the prompt, Dale. I’d like to send this poem to those who are pretending to lead our country. 🙂 The last line says it all!
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Thank you, Jan.
Hah! I love that! 🙂
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There’s bthe door take it! 💜💜
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🧡🧡
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Oops sorry an extra b 💜💜💜
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Haha! Didn’t notice. 😉🧡
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Well I did 🫣
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This was fab! And apt! And … yes, to needing reprieve from those who deceive. Enough. They should leave! xoxo
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Thank you, kind one! 🙂
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xoxo
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xoxo
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Excellent, Dale. I can’t believe you made all those rhymes work. 😀
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Thank you, Diana. I can’t either!! 🙂
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🙂
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Sounds like a parent/adult child conversation, ha! 😉
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You, my friend, are a smart cookie 😉
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🙂 Been there!
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I hear ya!
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Wow! That’s such a clever use of that word!! I wouldn’t know where to begin with that one
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Thank you. It helps when one has kids. Flippant responses usually start in their teens 😉
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LOL I’m not there yet 😬 nikolai is 7 and I wish it would last forever 🤣
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And you might never experience it from him, either 🙂
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🤣 here’s hoping!
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🙂
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This is Perfect, my friend. True poetry. Love love love it!!!! 😊😊😊😊😊😊😊😊😊😊
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Why thank you, my friend!
I am chuffed! 🙂 🙂
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And so you should be! 😊😊😊
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I am! 😀
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Ugh, the flippant responses drove me nuts. And then he moved out and I lived happily ever after, The End.
But seriously, there’s only so much wick a person has. And no, I ain’t talking John. When the flippant and the disrespectful and the overall drama just has no end, the door is the best answer you could have.
And it’s funny how things change when they are on the other side of that door for any length of time.
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Flippant responses, I think, are worse than completely ignoring me. Somewhat. So… there is hope for me, then?
There seriously is only so much. The door awaits because my peace of mind depends on it.
That’s what I’ve heard. My sister and niece get along so well now that she’s moved out! So. I’m hoping for that!
Q
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I do believe you are right.
And yes, there’s always hope. When the real world comes a knocking, there reality starts rocking.
I understand. Respect does go a long way, and when you ain’t getting it, you need to quiet things.
Here’s to the flip side!
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When they are flippant, they are shopping for pain 😉 Which, of course, we can no longer do .
Nothing like being in charge of your own bills, food, domicile to wake you up.
It does. And no, when it’s not there, it’s time to back off. In this case, I stay put.
To the flip!
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Shopping for pain huh? I like that.
It should work just fine. Time tested methods usually involve some pain.
You done good mama.
To you!
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Glad you do 🙂
I like to think so. And pain is good to help learn, right?
Thank you… I do what I can!
MWAH!
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Fabulous poetry, message, decision and command!
Your writing hits new highs all the time, Thunder!
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You are way too kind, lovely Resa. And I thank you! xoxoxo
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… xoxoxoxo…
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💕
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