The Bag Lady

“Whatever the future holds, I’m ready!” Joe stood in his backyard, covered with gear.

Writing Prompts

Moonwashed Weekly Prompt – Glimmer

Needing a refund, Sara hovered over her selected bag of fudge—peppermint sticks from the Christmas cage not her choice, but saw her reflection in the counter’s mirror. “I’ll take these instead.”

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Can You Tell A Story In…

Life may be delicious like a box of chocolates, or a dangerous adventure like climbing Mount Everest. These choices Joe made every day. He stopped on the road to watch a flock of geese crossing, and thought a goose’s life was simple, no choices to make, just paddle on, find food, and keep their children in line, which they do very well. Joe never had children so he thought it an easy task. Joe lived life as it came, lucky to be wealthy, able to pursue any dream. He wondered as he watched the geese, if they ever felt lonely.

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9 August 2024

“Dial it down!” Judy’s dad was irate. Judy was also mad in the confrontation, and at the end of her rope. The school protest she led was for the entire community, not just the kids at school. Her dad, the principal, was getting out of hand, denying access to the school after hours. There was no other venue for the high school age students to congregate, except in gang centered areas.

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It’s Thursday’s Six Sentence Story Link Up!

For today’s prompt I would like to challenge you to write a poem based on a dream or a tidbit of a dream. If you can’t remember a dream, use your imagination to pen a poem about dreams. Another option is to use one of the lines from one of the above poems as a springboard. There is no form or length requirement. Let’s create a dream song or poem, an anthem from the beat of our hearts. What message would you like to send out into the world?

New to dVerse? Here’s how to join in:

Write a poem in response to the challenge.Post your poem on your blog and link back to this post. Enter your name and the link to your post by clicking Mr. Linky below (remember to check the little box to accept the use/privacy policy). Read and comment on your fellow poets’ work –- there’s so much to derive from reading each other’s writing: new inspiration, new ideas, new friends.

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Rarely do I dream at night

I try to keep memories bright

Sometimes a dream causes stress

Comes regret about some mess

I might have caused or watched

Unfold and realized I botched.

Sometimes a dream my mind decides to choose

In the night, are ones where I lose

Perspective, for when darkness surrounds

Sadness comes in, in bounds.

Tears start to flow, can’t get back to sleep

I think bad memories in dreams I keep

So not to visit them in the light

Dreamtimes keep them out of sight

Until the candle has doused it’s flame

And trying to rest a nightly game.

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Poetics: Dreaming up a Poem

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Skipping rocks on pristine water, wading in to retrieve a branch, learning to swim in an ice cold stream, puddles to splash in, all memories of childhood that evoke different memories.

summer with water

quiet rain softens my path

feels cool on my toes

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W3 Prompt #119: Wea’ve Written Weekly

One-Liner Wednesday – Twice the bang for the buck

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Your three words today are: SINGE BURNT ASHEN

Three Things Challenge #M778