Seer
Her statement that she’d had a vision
was met by general derision.
They went west though she’d said, “Go east,”
and thus were eaten by the beast
or, overtaken by the flood.
died soaked in water or in blood.
So, the moral of this little tale
is heed your mystics or learn to bail
or run faster than the beast
lest you become his morning’s feast.
For Weekend Writing Prompt #443, the task was to write a 66 word story or poem on the subject of “Vision.”
Forked Tongues
These messengers speak words
that can slap you awake,
then abandon you
as they return
to the problems
of the privileged rich.
For Weekend Writing Prompt: Speak (limited to 22 words)
Plethora
It began with one that attracted another.
Whenever I bought one of them, it called out for a brother.
Now they stand in clusters around my living room,
my bedroom and my studio––everywhere they loom
observing and judging me, perhaps, for my excesses,
crowded upon table tops, ledges and recesses.
I admit I own a plethora of objets d’art––
irresistible objects with which I’ll never part
For Weekend Writing Prompts (a poem or prose in 67 words on the word “plethora.”)
Quality Control
As neighbors you are irreplaceable.
The prospect of your loss? Unfaceable
What if the folks you sell it to
turn out to be ones we will rue?
Replacing you?
We no can do!
We’ll annex your house and then
use it as our adjunct den.
The Weekend Writing Prompt 418 is to write a 44 word poem or story on the theme “annex.” (Image from the Irish Times)
This poem is an oasis.
Cool release from a sunbaked world.
Small animals find solace
in its shade. We are creatures
together.
Protection from a too harsh world.
Caught in the harsh glare
of too much revelation?
Come join us.
The Weekend Writing Prompt is to write a 40-word poem whose subject is “Oasis.”
Pen & Ink
Guided by a hand like yours,
pens can open many doors.
Unclip it. Uncap its point.
Let paper that pen anoint.
As words somersault and caper,
flowing from your heart to paper,
a simple point, an ink-trailed line
could link your lonely heart with mine.
For Weekend Writing Prompt: Guide
The assignment is to write a piece of exactly 45 words making use of the word “guide.” I snapped this photo in Guanajuato. Never hurts to have a pen handy!
Sealed Windows
These windows do not open, but keep me trapped inside
with no hope of escaping, so in full view, I hide.
Seen by every passerby but never touched by one.
For all the beauty trapped inside, there’s not a gram of fun.
Sterile empty paintings. An airless motionless room.
No other person enters to chase away the gloom.
As I look out, observing the drama of the world,
I hold my drama in my mind, where it’s securely curled.
For the Weekend Writing prompt #343 : Window (exactly 79 words)
Payback Rhythms
The rhythm of the world as it tears us all asunder:
hurricane and fire, rain and wind and thunder.
Landslides, ashes, ruins waterlogged and crumbled—
all advances of mankind finally have tumbled.
Listen to the beating of the fist of fate.
Agamemnon’s coming. We haven’t long to wait.
Everything we do is done right back to us.
This scientific fact is not so nebulous.
This is an Extract from an earlier poem, rewritten to meet the rules of: Weekend Writing Prompt: Rhythm
Moths
They lift their wings
to float, then pump.
Slower than flit,
faster than slump.
Not content with loll and putter,
moths prefer to sail and flutter
through the air
from here to there.
The Weekend Writing Prompt is to write exactly 34 words making use of the word “flutter.” My word count includes the title.
In Bed at Midnight
The small dog
snuggles closer,
chin on my computer
keyboard, brown eyes
begging, “Love me!”
and I do.
Outside fireworks
celebrate the current
fiesta, holy day or wedding.
Wind stirs the Solari bell
that hangs from my
plumeria tree in the lower garden.
Celebratory whoops from some
party down the block.
Slow whirr of the ceiling fan.
Darkness pierced only by the light
from my computer screen.
Words in the night
fly in like bats to bring
the whole world
here into bed with me.
All is well–– as is usual in my world.
For the Weekend Writing Prompt # 300, the prompt is Midnight. We need to use exactly 94 words!!! I hope the title didn’t need to be included in the word count….
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