Hanging On

De from Whimsygizmo is hosting dVerse (okay, it was yesterday and I’m late!) and has told us the sky is the limit for this week’s quadrille.  Now, many of you know I’m partial to clouds and sky so choosing just one photo from my rather large collection was difficult. And probably the reason I couldn’t focus on what to write!  Na’ama assured me the sky was not falling (she checked) and that I could always post today.  Seems she was right, so here I am, after all!

Thoughts and memories

stretch like clouds across the blue sky

Try as you might

to hang on to them

(the good ones)

some will dissipate

gone forever, leaving no trace

Others refuse to let go;

remain part of your story

to nurture

to comfort

 

 

Weekend Writing Prompt #175 – Megalith

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.

When the world is right

and we know it is not always so

What little girl

Doesn’t see her daddy

As a megalith?

A tower of strength

and power and protection

that she loves and adores

One she models all future

lovers against

whether she realises it

or not

Not About the Fish – Crimson’s Creative Challenge #97

I knew I didn’t have any sunrise pictures to go with Crispina’s (way too early for me, on most days!) and I thought I’d skip or write a little something simple.  But then I could not help it and found myself trolling my photos.  Wouldja lookit that?  I’ll be darned… A little something simple AND a sorta kinda matchy-matchy 😉

 

Whether at sunrise alone

or at sunset with a friend

it doesn’t matter

It’s not about the fish

It’s about getting away

from the demands of life

to just be one with nature

It’s what keeps me sane

 

Weekend Writing Prompt #174 – Rectify

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. Always a thank you to Sammi for hosting.

 

 

Emails, texts, Facetime, will have to suffice

To tease and flirt and so entice

They cannot touch, they cannot kiss

Wait they must, to share their bliss

Situation must be rectified

 Before anyone is satisfied

 

In Morning’s Light

Sanaa Rizvi is hosting dVerse Poetics today.  The subject is exploring erotica as a literary genre.  Subtlety goes a long way for me when it comes to erotica.  I love pushing my own boundaries – not that mine are that cut and dried by it is still a genre not familiar.

The early morning sun

caresses their slumbering bodies

awakening one, who traces the rays

over his lover’s body with a soft caress

 

She stirs and goosebumps rise to meet his fingers

the heat from his body draws her close

a kiss on her nape shivers down her spine

and soundlessly, in unison

 

They turn to each other, then

ever so gently his body covers hers

as they welcome the day

with a rhythm borne of love

 

Weekend Writing Prompt #172 – Endless

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. The shorter the better for this challenge!  Thank you, Sammi.

Longing for Childhood

Grass tickling legs

Lying on your back

Head cradled in hands

Gazing at endless clouds

Believing in forever

 

Purpling Everything – CCC#94 & dVerse

I knew kinda-sorta where I wanted to go with this Crispina’s challenge but didn’t know where to start. Then the dVerse challenge came in and helped me move.  Björn is hosting and decided we need to verb our nouns, so to speak.  We are to Meet the Bar, Verbing, he says, which has inspired me to do what I rarely do, which is to put two challenges together.

Purpling Everything

 

I need to chocolate, my muse is confused

Maybe wine instead, words stuck in my head

I will trellis my way till I find what to say

Or snake and wiggle, till I get a giggle

 

Then Crispina showed up and said

Why don’t you purple instead

it’s better for your health

not to mention your wealth

 

And I couldn’t help but smile

I see you’ve been purpling awhile

That I have indeed

from my fence to my head to this pretty weed

 

Weekend Writing Prompt #171 – Impact

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 keeping us coming back week after week.

His lips sardonic

he watched from his bench

the kitschy scene unfold before him

Like those endless commercials

or sappy movies

Two lovers run towards each other

(preferably in a meadow for better effect)

Their bodies colliding in a loving impact

arms entwine

lips meld

And you feel can feel that

for reasons unknown, they were forced apart

He wiped away a tear

Isn’t that just beautiful?

Weekend Writing Prompt #170 – Jostle

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 on Sammi’s blog, right here.

The same bit of an annoying tune

plays on repeat in my mind

pauses only

when unwanted thoughts creep in

Bills, kids, mother-in-law’s estate, am I enough?

Each jostling for my attention

How can Morpheus possibly do his thing

amidst such din?

 

For a Moment

Lying down on my lawn chair
Past midnight.
A candle on the table my main source of light
Serenaded by the cricket orchestra
(It really needs a little something extra, it’s rather monotonous)

Feeling the damp settle on my exposed skin
I gaze up at the stars
Electrical wire in the way
Thinking I should move so I can see better

But why
It’s not like I recognize anything besides the Big Dipper
and maybe Venus – Is that her?

3 gin and tonics in
I’m a tad fuzzy-minded
(and less inhibited)
So what?
I don’t work tomorrow, I’ve no responsibilities
For a moment
I fancy myself a poet
I know I’m not; I can pretend
Who cares?

I know I’m just a girl
(Can I use the term girl when I’m middle-aged?)
Yes I can because only a girl would say how I feel
As I lie here wishing
For something else
Than what is