Today at RDP, we are asked to share a story,
poem, photo, painting, essay, etc., focusing
on the word ‘street lamp’. And at Esther’s
Writing Prompt #88, today’s word is ‘leave/s’.
Using both prompts, here’s my take.
Category: Free Verse
Autumn’s Treasure
Written for Sue & Gerry’s Weekly Prompts
Colour Challenge, using the word ‘orange’.
Here’s were the prompt took me.
RDP Monday: spill
Today at RDP, we are asked to share a
story, poem, photo, painting, essay, etc.,
centered on the word ‘spill’. Here’s my take.
RDP Sunday: valley
Today at RDP, drkottaway asks us to share a
story, poem, photo, painting, essay, etc.,
centered on the word ‘valley’. Here’s my take.
The Song My Paddle Sings
Written for dVerse Poetics: Dipping Our
Poetic Paddles. Truedessa invites us to travel
around the river’s bend listening for the songs
that our paddle sings. This is my contribution.
Free As A Bird: Embracing The Panic
Written for Reena’s Xploration Challenge #400
where we are invited to choose a bird and divination
from An Almanac of Birds: 100 Divinations. This is my
true poem about learning to deal with panic attacks.
Faded Memories
Written for Esther’s Writing Prompts #83
incorporating the word “promises”.
Here’s where the prompt led me.
Mischief
Written for Sammi’s Weekend Writing Prompt
#433 where we’re asked to be creative in exactly
60 words using the word ‘flibbertigibbet’.
Here’s where this very fun prompt took me.
Before Dawn
Written for dVerse Prosery: T.S. Eliot and
J. Alfred Prufrock. Björn, our host, challenges
us to write a poem of 144 words including the
highlighted line from “The Love Song of
J. Alfred Prufrock”. Here is my poem.
Invisible
Written for dVerse Poets – Don’t Shoot The Messenger;
or Tolstoy’s Birthday. Our host Melissa from Mom With A Blog
invites us to choose one of the quotes from a work by
Leo Tolstoy that resonates with us and write a poem
about the time(s) our actions aligned with the chosen quote.
This is the Tolstoy quote I used with my poem following.
Colette
Written for Esther’s Writing Prompts – 77
where the prompt word this week is ‘small’.
Here’s where the prompt took me ….
a poem about our youngest granddaughter.
Into The Woods
Written for dVerse Poetics: Let’s Take A Walk
In The Woods, Shall We? Our host Lillian asks us
to write a poem about the woods. This is my poem.
Lullaby
Written for OMIMM Weekly Writing Prompt #70
and the photo prompt shown below.
Here’s where the image took me.
Digital Heartbeats
Written for Only Murders In My Mind
Weekly Writing Prompt #69 and for
Gerry & Sue’s Weekly Prompts The
One Day Prompt #15 . This week’s
inspiration is the photo seen below.
This is where my imagination went.
Nickelodeon Nights
Written for W3 Prompt #168: Wea’ve Written Weekly
where David invites us to write about old-time wonders –
where cogs spin, gears click, and imaginations run on steam.
Here’s where my imagination took me.
Time Unfolds
Written for Sadje’s What Do You See #291
and Sue & Gerry’s Weekly Prompts –
The One Day Prompt (13) This is my response.
Love Lost
Written for Sadje’s What Do You See # 257,
this is my free verse response.
In the 58 years since my birth, we were never close … just one of those sadly unfulfilled relationships between mother and daughter.
If she ever loved me, she didn’t show it. And, God forgive me, I did not love her.
Yet here I was visiting her at the nursing home.
Why? Was I driven by misplaced guilt?
Was I still seeking her approval?
Invisible. That’s the only word that came to mind when my mother turned to look at me.
Her eyes were blank, her expression impassive.
And when she reached for my hand, I couldn’t stop my tears.
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#WDYS
This is “Mother” by John Lennon
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His Jealous Mother
Written for dVerse Poets – Quadrille Monday 209 – Plucking Strings
Our host Lisa asks us to include the word “string(s)” in our piece.
This is my free verse poem based on a true story as told by my mother.
My father’s mother hated my mother for marrying her son.
Returning from their honeymoon, my parents visited her mother, then his mother.
When his mother opened the door, she pushed my mother down the stairs, breaking the string of pearls around my mother’s neck.
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44 Words
This is “A String of Pearls” by Glenn Miller and His Orchestra.
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