Sammiscribbles Weekend Writing Prompt

Jane’s idea of panacea is being with her grandchildren. Any aches, pains or worries temporarily disappear whenever she is around them. Her life experience remembering in a new light, realizing that generations mostly remain the same in loving families. “It’s all good”, granddaughter says.

Weekend Writing Prompt #324 – Panacea

The Sunday Whirl

People in the rushes, hiding in a stream, hoping for a chance to be free. A soldier guide has helped them, a white brother, who is stationed at the nearby fort where the family that is now hiding, was held. He would try to join them later, bringing a couple of rabbits for a meal. The military government was slow in accepting anyone without white skin as anything but slave labor.

Wordle 616

Fandango’s Flashback Friday

Daily Prompt: Martyr 12-06-16

This response will be short, but not sweet.

The subject I choose is…oh yes, feet.

Since I’m always sitting in some kind of chair

My unfeeling feet are sticking out there.

You know, in front. You’d think I’d be smarter.

So often they’re bruised, being the martyr.

( I make no apologies for my lack of finesse)

http://allaboutwriting.net/2016/12/06/martyr-the-daily-post/

http://fivedotoh.com/2023/08/11/fandangos-flashback-friday-august-11th/

dVerse Poets Poetics


New to the vastness of the sea, trembling as the waves creep up incessantly
I see her there, splashing in the ocean surf, daring to stretch further into the water Remembering my first dip from the sand to enter the water’s edge
I too, was afraid, realizing the power of the waves
Relentless, clamouring to swallow up more of the quiescent sand
Ever moving inward as orchestrated tides pursue dry land.
She runs out, looks around and then dashes back into the sea.


https://dversepoets.com/2023/08/08/poetics-creating-visuals-and-amber-rose-tamblyn/

W3 – Munderlings

It’s almost dawn, the cows awake

Off to the barn for the master’s take

Squeezed and pulled at my private parts

I wonder if the farmers have a heart

Pushed and pulled into stantions hard and cold

Would you think they would be so bold

To grab private munderlings and hold

A slap on the side, on the soft back side

Trying not to slip with a messy glide

Into the trough where unpleasant smells reside

We all can’t wait till we’re back outside.

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W3 Prompt #67: Wea’ve Written Weekly

3TC – Originally Unrequited Art

Art may be in the eye of the beholder, but think of all the dead artists who were trying to find compensation for their own format, or design. They were in the dilemma of how to make a living doing what they loved, in pursuit of their dream. A well known artist, Jackson Pollock was known for his colorful splattered patterns on black canvases and died at the age of forty-four in an alcohol related accident.

https://pensitivity101.wordpress.com/2023/08/08/three-things-challenge-m414/ Your three words today are: FORMAT DESIGN PATTERN

http://cyranny.com/2023/08/08/art-word-of-the-day-challenge/

http://fivedotoh.com/2023/08/08/fowc-with-fandango-dead/

pursuit

https://onedailyprompt.wordpress.com/2023/08/08/your-daily-word-prompt-dilemma-ydwordprompt-august-8-2023/