Weekend Writing Prompt #63 – Crumble

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!

Word Prompt

Crumble

Challenge

Life has challenged me
Maybe more than others
I would not know
I have not crumbled
And stand up tall
Square my shoulders
And move forward
I found love once and can again
I am enthusiastic
For what lies ahead
Life must be embraced
No matter how scary
I’d still rather go out there
And take a chance
Than look back and think
Why didn’t I?
How could I know if I don’t go?
So, to Woodstock I drive
And see what the Universe has planned for me

Weekend Writing Prompt #62 – Zephyr

Good Sunday my readers.  I hope you are enjoying beauty in your surroundings.  I am attempting something I’ve never done (and had never heard of, until recently).  It’s all  your fault, Merril.  The following is my attempt at a cleave poem.  For those of you, who, like me, had (have) no clue what the heck that is… it’s a poem that can be read three ways:  just the column on the left (in black), the column on the right (in blue) or the whole thing together.

I don’t know what I was thinking except to push myself into a scary, unknown territory.  Me, who’s not even a poet!

Thank you Sammi Cox for hosting this challenge.  You have unwittingly given me a push!

Whisper thin, veil-like, her dress of zephyr

Gently billowing around her, caressing her body

Dancing and swaying with the long grasses, tickling her legs

Meandering, no final destination, she smiles at life’s joys

Arms wide, receiving this blessing, sun beaming down

Taking it all in and absorbing the good, feeling warm and loved

Cloud comes, obscures the sun, suddenly cool, blot of darkness

What is this?  She frowns, looks up

Surreptitiously, the zephyr appears, cloud is gently blown away

One needs some darkness, to better appreciate the light

And to allow the wind to blow, capturing and releasing, loving and losing

 

Weekend Writing Prompt #61 – Quarantine

A word prompt to get your creativity flowing this weekend, hosted by Sammi Cox.  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.

Word Prompt

Quarantine

Challenge

Sweat snakes rivulets down my body

Try to take a deep breath, impossible

Energy is nil, movement is out of the question

I watch the heat waves undulate before me

The air dances but I cannot

Pull myself up

Stumble across the stones, legs heavy

The door is in sight

Last bit of strength

I quarantine myself from the heat

And shiver in pleasure

Air-conditioning wins

Sanctuary.

 

 

Weekly Writing Prompt #60 – Weave

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, right here.

Word Prompt

Weave

Challenge

You weave your way into my life

Resistance is futile

Through your magical words

You have created a beautiful motif

Like a master with his loom

 

Idyll – Friday Fictioneers

Friday Fictioneers is here and I am posting on this Thursday night because, frankly, I just had so much trouble coming up with a story!  I had all sorts of ideas and none could make it “to paper” so to speak.  I decided to throw caution to the wind and try something new.  Thank you, as always, to Rochelle for graciously hosting this party.  Erin Leary, thank you for your photo.  It truly had me stumped this week!  And, to Sandra Crook, long-standing member of this troupe, kudos go out to you for winning First Place in the 500 Flash!  That is so wonderful (and the story is great!)

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Copyright Erin Leary

Copyright Erin Leary

Genre:  Attempt at Prose

Word count:  100

IDYLL

Sandy beaches, as far as the eye can see
Sunshine blazing
Heat rising in waves off the pavement
Parasols dotting the seascape
No bare spots to be found
Burnt and tanned bodies
The scents of various sunscreens
Drinks with little parasols
Scents of barbecue and sweets
Steel drums and Calypso music

Idyll?
For some

Fields of lily pads
Straw hats and bent over bodies
Humidity that soaks your clothes in no time
Cacophonous city centre
Tinkle of bicycle bells
Hawking of street vendors
Incomprehensible language
No room to move
Unfamiliar spices wafting
Melodious, enchanting, yet jarring, music

Idyll?
For others

Love In Ten Lines

I have received a challenge from Annet over at Annarette to write a Love poem in ten lines. Always up for a writing challenge (lately!) here is my attempt.  An image is not necessary but this little collage is full of love!

Love

Love In Ten Lines

Where is the Love?
Love is all around

Some fear Love’s clutches
Yes, Love can hurt

Fear not Love’s pain
Love teaches us strength

Love shows us how
We grow in Love

Reach out for Love
Share Love with all

My quote is:

“Tis better to have loved and lost
Than never to have loved at all.”
Alfred Tennyson, In Memoriam

The challenge works like this:

  • Write about love using only 10 lines.
  • Use the word love in every line.
  • Each line can only be 4 words long.
  • Nominate others who are up for the challenge.
  • Let them know about the challenge.
  • Title the post:  Love in Ten Lines
  • Include a quote about love ( this can be your own)
  • You may write in any language

So, without further ado, I nominate the following.  Please note that should you not feel like participating, I will love you no less!

  1. Sarah at Sarah Potter Writes
  2. John at Meticulous Mick
  3. Andrea at Harvesting Hecate
  4. Rochelle at Addicted to Purple
  5. Sue at Daily Echo
  6. Dale at Eats Writes Shoots
  7. Raye at Jots from a Small Apt

Do have fun with it!  Looking forward to your submissions!

 

 

 

Haiku – en français and in English

It is getting ridiculous!  I walk the dog and find myself, fingers muffled by mittens, counting out five – seven – five!  Not only in English but in French!  What have you done to me, Sarah Potter?  I admit that I was warned that haikus could become addictive.

‘Tis true!  For goodness sakes, I even have one prepared for when spring arrives, for real, in my neck of the woods.  Yes, the calendar says it’s Spring but frankly, when the mercury is hovering around the -20ºC mark, I find it a tad difficult to get into the mood, if you know what I mean.  No, you folk in the UK and southern States have no clue what I’m talking about but those of you in the north-eastern States and Quebec (obviously) and definitely in the Maritimes, know of what I speak.  There are no crocuses popping up, nor rhubarb, nor buds of any kind to be seen.  Vast expanses of snow?  Plenty of that!

So, rather than stay indoors, in the warmth of my house, I trekked outside with Zeke, dressed like an Inuit and traipsed about my town, snapping pictures, capturing anything that took my fancy.  Frankly, it was a most gorgeous day today:  the blue sky, the few fluffy clouds, the crisp air ~ might as well enjoy it, eh?  I was feeling particularly happy and peaceful, a true sense of life is good.  Can’t explain it.  And don’t for a second think I am NOT looking forward to ditching the boots, mitts, scarves and other winter paraphernalia!  Bring on da flip-flops!  Till then, enjoy my attempts at both French and English haiku today…

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Skating rink is closed
No more skating for children
Spring is on its way

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