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Written for Sadjeβs What Do You See
Continue reading “Evening Wheel”Written for Crimsonβs Creative Challenge.
Hereβs where Crispina’s image took me.
Written in response to this fabulous photo by
Brian Dodd at bushboys world, who
graciously allows me to share the beauty.
Hereβs where the image took me.
Written for Missyβs Mad Challenge.
I was inspired by the image I borrowed
from my amici at blog 57. Missyβs prompt
appears below. Hereβs where the prompts took me.
Written for Sadjeβs βWhat Do You Seeβ.
Hereβs where the prompt took me.
Written for RDP, where Martha asks us
Β to get creative with the word βmountainβ.
Thanks, Martha! Hereβs my take.
Written for Davidβs Weave Written Weakly #190
where Sally has prompted us to write a sonnet
including a line from William Wordsworthβs
βThe World Is Too Much With Usβ.
This is my response. Thanks, Sally!
Today at RDP, Martha Kennedy asks us to get
creative with the word βborealβ. Thanks, Martha!
Hereβs where the prompt word took me.
Today at RDP, sgeoil asks us
to get creative with the word ‘flinty’.
Thanks, Heather! Hereβs my take.
Today at RDP, Martha Kennedy asks us
to get creative with the word βtranscendentβ.
Thanks, Martha! Β Hereβs my take.
Written for Cinquain Poetry Prompt #2.
Our inspiration is βthe lightβ.
This in my Cinquain.
Written for Only Murders In My Mind
Weekly Writing Prompt #53. This weekβs
inspiration is the photo seen below.
Written today for Eugiβs Moonwashed Weekly Prompt
where our inspiration word is βtangleβ. This is my Dectina.
Written for The New, Unofficial, On-Line Writerβs Guild.
This week the three prompts for OLWG #368 – We Both Know
are (1) an old Patti Smith song, (2) need more blue in the shadows
and (3) when I left El Paso. Here is my first story for OLWG.
Jenna pulled off the long empty stretch of highway and killed the engine. The view of the desert skyline was too stunning for words. She stepped out of the car and leaned against the door, the hot sun beating down on her face and shoulders. The late afternoon sky was intense, deeply saturated with shades of cerulean, and Jenna smiled. As a fledgling artist, she always found fault with her own artwork, declaring the colors βlacklusterβ; she was more at home with a camera than a paint brush. Natureβs palette didnβt need more blue in the shadows cast by the sun or more green in the desert grass. It was perfection.
Easing her way back into the driverβs seat, Jenna caught a glimpse of herself in the rearview. The delicate gold chain with the heart from Miguel was dazzling in the desert sun. Jenna lifted the heart to lips and closed her eyes.
Reaching for her cell phone, Jenna snapped a photo of the desert and sent it to Miguel; then she called him. After three rings, her call went to voice mail. Jenna didnβt care; the time was right. She left a message:
βHey, babe! Can you guess where I am from the photo I sent? In an hour Iβll be home. Home. Just saying the word fills my heart with joy. When I left El Paso, I had no idea the photo shoot would keep me away so long. I miss you so much, mi amor. I canβt wait to be in your arms once again! I love you, papi.β
Jenna pushed the engine button and started heading home. About ten minutes into her drive, she hear the familiar strains of an old Patti Smith song coming from her phone β¦ Miguelβs personal ringtone. She pulled over to read the message:
βJenna, mi amor! Iβve waited this long. Whatβs another hour? Te amo!β
Smiling at the sight of the desert sky in her rearview, Jenna hurried home β¦ home to Miguel.
NARΒ©2024
This is βDancing Barefootβ by Patti Smith
All text, graphics and videos are copyright for The Sicilian Storyteller, The Elephantβs Trunk and The Rhythm Section and are not to be used without permission. NARΒ©2017-present.
Written for Weekly Prompts Wednesday Challenge – ‘safety’
and Weekly Prompts Colour Challenge – ‘blue’. Here’s my piece.
What the hell, are you nuts
You trying to prove you got guts
Spare me the ifs, ands or buts
This is a big mistake, dude
Listen man, Iβm doing fine
Iβm in the zone, behind the line
My head is clear, my thoughts are mine
Just go somewhere and chill
You ainβt got a safety net
Is this some sort of crazy bet
Youβre gonna kill yourself yet
You got a wife and kid at home
Blue skies, nothing is amiss
Clouds float by like lazy fish
Believe me, I have no death wish
Iβve never felt so free
You may think you got a grip
All it takes is one small slip
A twitchy little fingertip
You wonβt survive the fall
This world is one insane rat race
We should respect our brother’s space
And live our days in peace and grace
It could be as simple as that
NARΒ©2024
This is βMr. Blue Skyβ by ELO
All text, graphics and videos are copyright for The Sicilian Storyteller, The Elephantβs Trunk and The Rhythm Section and are not for use by anyone without permission. NARΒ©2017-present.
Did you ever lie on you back
on warm July grass and
watch the clouds change
from one glorious design
to another,
sun rays streaking through
like beams from heaven
while a hint of a rainbow appears
and you whisper in wonderstruck tones
βThis is so ineffably awesomeβ?
Yeah, me too.
NAR Β© 2023
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