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

How Does Your Garden Grow?

I miss having a garden and shall be doing one next year (promise to myself).  Till then, I finally decided to participate in yesterday’s dVerse quadrille challenge “How does your garden grow”, hosted by Victoria C. Slotto.

How does your garden grow?

It is neat and orderly

every thing placed just so

Or is it more free in style

a sort of go with the flow?

 

Willy nilly or neat rows,

does it really matter?

As long as your garden grows

 

 

Weekend Writing Prompt #167 – Nuance

Had been hoping to squeeze this into my weekend during work hours but that was not meant to be. Sometimes you just can’t create, even in the ebbs of the regular flow.

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.  Click on the box below to join in on Sammi’s challenge or read other takes on this wonderful word.

 

Simple beauty painting the sky

in subtle and nuanced palette

the softest of violets and blues

morphing into brighter pinks and oranges

reminiscent

of love’s journey, where

A chance encounter turns into a friendship

Grows

Glows

into love

 

Clouds of Bounty

dVerse is back after a two-week break.  This week’s Quadrille is hosted by Kim who asked us to use the word “Blue” in any way we desired.  Soooo many possibilities. I was stuck, so I was inspired to ask The Oracle for a hand and with a few key words, she helped me get unstuck.

 

Not a breeze rustles through the trees

and dusk brings no sanctuary from the heat

 

As the humidity rises,

air’s weight becomes unbearable

 

Blue skies, enhanced by a blanket of clouds

would do Monet proud

 

Promising relief, but only if

they spill their bounty

 

 

 

The Message – Crimson’s Creative Challenge #85

A tad late – okay, more than a tad – but Crispina is not a stickler for these things. She’s so generous, the prompts stay up forever so, should the mood strike whenever then we can still play.  I couldn’t find a matchy-matchy but when I started looking I thought, I dunno… maybe this can work. And so, here is an itty-bitty poem in pictures and words that I wanted to share yesterday but didn’t.  Here it is today!

 

The Message

 

Follow the path, she said.  It will be easy to find

Keep on looking at the fences made of wood

With something special used to bind

He searched and he searched, as best as he could

Suddenly there it was, in pink entwined

And he knew, it true; with him, she stood

 

Voilà… short and sweet at 52 words 😉

 

 

A Brief, Bright Light

 

He was a surprise, and arrived too soon, and with many challenges.  His heart was broken, but they believed it could be fixed, later.  In his seven-month, twenty three-day lifespan, I discovered a strength I did not know I had. I discovered I was capable of dealing with a sick child and giving him so much love and the best life I could for the five-and-a-half months we had him at home.  He saw his aunt barrel race, he kicked his feet in his grandmother’s lake and in our pool.  He was adored by all.  I refused to keep him in a bubble, knowing, I know not how, he would not be with us for a long time.  No medals, no ribbons, no accolades can ever match the self-respect and pride I feel for handling Austin’s birth, life and death with the grace I did.

 

Flowers bloom with joy

Nurtured by the sun until…

Silenced by winter

 

It’s all Merril‘s fault again.  I wasn’t going to participate in yesterday’s dVerse challenge because I thought it would be too hard. Then I read Merril’s and decided to go for it.  Lillian is the host and she asked us to write about one shining moment in a Haibun WITH a KIGO AND a SAIJIKI – what the hell are these things?

 

 

Weekend Writing Prompt #162 – Gallivant

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. Thanks for hosting, Sammi!

From the youngest age

Two, if rumours are true

When Mommy was busy

Out the door I flew

 

Mommy had no idea

I’d gone gallivanting

Till the phone rang

Guess who came visiting?

 

An exasperated sigh

Please send her home

What to do?

I still roam!

 

 

The Beat Must Go On

Might be more out there than I usually am.  Hopefully not too far!  In response to dVerse Quadrille challenge, hosted by Mish who has given us the word “Drum” to play with.  I usually avoid the topics of the day but somehow, this felt like the direction to go in. I think I spent as much time creating my image as I did creating my verse!

 

 

 

Earth has lost her rhythm

Her drum is struggling

to keep time

 

So many instruments

trying to be heard

voices not melodious

 

Each believes it more

important than the other

cacophony

 

We need the backbone

that is the drum

to bring back some harmony

 

 

 

 

 

Weekend Writing Prompt #161 – Obdurate

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.

This was not an easy one, that is for sure. Thanks, Sammi for forcing us outside of our comfort zones.

You’d cut off your nose to spite your face, wouldn’t you?

You stand there, face set in stone, deaf to my suggestions

I thought you were being obnoxious, but no

You’re a whole other level of inflexible

You remain obdurate in your refusal to cede

Thwarting the potential for collaboration

Till one day when you get the brilliant idea

To do what I suggested months before

And audaciously claim it as yours