“I wish the kids had taken us out to dinner for our anniversary, they never invite us out anymore, probably because you always wear that godawful shirt, even to fancy places.”
“That’s my fancy shirt— I want to be buried in that shirt.”
“I want that too, believe me.”
“Maybe they don’t want to hear you complain that you’ve nothing to wear and then spend all of dinner complaining about the shops you had to go to before finding something acceptable.”
“You’re wearing on my last nerve, old man.”
“I wish the kids would come by more often too.”
The Six Sentence Story prompt word, from Six Sentence Story hostess Denise is “wear”. These six sentences in 99 words that make mention of a wish made are also influenced by the current challenge at Carrot Ranch. In both cases you have until Saturday to respond.
This week I am using the “Rooftop” square from the #2022picoftheweek bingo sheet created by Maria Antonia. While I like the actual snow covered roofs in this photo, I really love those clouds and the winter color.
For #2022picoftheweek Maria also offers a “Reader’s Edition”: If you’re not really into photography, but you’re a reader, you can also play the reader’s version. Just post a photo of a book you’re reading that has something to do with the prompt. (Eg: For a book about Valentine’s Day, you can check off the “Tickled Pink” prompt.)
Circling 'Round he pursues truth down linear paths disappears ‘twixt thick lines of text grasping blindly in a maze foiled at every angle lines crossed and tangled he’s far afield unaware that he’s lost her powers encompass cycles and spheres universal dance Sun and Moon, Earth’s seasons clarity circling near reciprocation and return magic is held in roundness she knows
Laura Bloomsbury is tending bar at d’Verse, the pub for poets tonight, and informs us that today is National Thesaurus Day. She tells us she has recently purchased a copy of Hart’s “Thesaurus of the Senses” (I recommend it, beautifully written and collated solely into words that resonate with the five senses) and from it comes the first part of today’s prompt:-
1. Write a SOUND POEM which includes AT LEAST ONE from EACH of the FIVE HEARING CATEGORY SELECTIONS below: (reference the hearing words you chose in your post).
- bellow; clink; drone; jingle; quiver;
- clamour; dissonant; rip-roaring; tempestuous; vociferous;
- dulcet: honeyed; poetic; sonorous; tonal;
- blabber; cackle; dribble; gurgle; seethe;
- beseech; chant; drawl; embellish; intone
The second option is to write about that wonderful storehouse of words, the thesaurus. I tried option number one.
Here’s the thing—
(About that full moon?)
a quiet one, honeyed
humming soft because of the snow
(now there’s the problem— snow!)
Not because of how it muffled the moonlight
moonlight did not gurgle through the tree branches
didn’t babble like a brook rolling over dissonant rocks
as it might on a clear night
Its light didn’t crackle and jingle as it would on a cold night)
Not to change the subject
not to harp on the problem of snow,
but it’d be good to have the language of the Inuit
to possess a toolkit of nouns
to apply to the different defining snows;
snow-nouns providing context
instead of flailing with adjectives inadequate
to the task of describing that veiled Wolf Moon that withheld its howl
but suffused snow sodden clouds
with intoned cantillations
and drawled soft copper notes
endlessly echoed by the silent ringing snow.
Looking up from my cozy couch, I saw this partridge (ruffed grouse) feeding on birch cones. It was well below zero (F) on the other side of the window. This week I am using the “My View” square from the #2022picoftheweek bingo sheet created by Maria Antonia . Maria also offers a “Reader’s Edition”: If you’re not really into photography, but you’re a reader, you can also play the reader’s version. Just post a photo of a book you’re reading that has something to do with the prompt. (Eg: For a book about Valentine’s Day, you can check off the “Tickled Pink” prompt.)
The shadowed cave is where the hero goes, the writing on the wall to rewrite.
Stories go ‘round of death and resurrection, darkness before light.
Changing just one letter
hero emerges stronger, better.
The Weekend Writing Prompt from Sammi Cox is to use the word “cave” in a piece that is 34 words exactly.
moonlight frost feathered
breathless night brushed by shadow—
how silent the owl
The prompt is from Colleen Chesebro, Word Craft: Prose & Poetry.
My muse is a squid
and I’m just a kid
jigging off the wharf
hooked line dropped into watery dark.
pumping ink out its ass
it’s a slippery flash
challenging to hook and to land.
Lines lie slack, nothing to bring to hand.
Birches clap blue sky
Blue! Blue! Blue! peals joyful praise.
This is my first post for 2022 and it is a first for me. I rarely post photos and am not a particularly good photographer, but am submitting a photo in response to Maria Antonia’s photo challenge, #2022picoftheweek. I was led to Maria’s prompt by someone who is a fantastic photographer, Crispina Kemp. Her Sunday Picture Post is a visual treat and you might also enjoy taking part in her weekly photo prompt, Crispina’s Creative Challenge.
If I am understanding correctly, I can choose my inspiration from the bingo sheet created by Maria. You should also know that Maria offers a “Reader’s Edition”: If you’re not really into photography, but you’re a reader, you can also play the reader’s version. Just post a photo of a book you’re reading that has something to do with the prompt. (Eg: For a book about Valentine’s Day, you can check off the “Tickled Pink” prompt.)
I am starting this weekly #2022picoftheweek challenge off with “blue skies”.