Catching Up with WordCrafters Prompts!

WORD*CRAFTER*PROMPT

~Comparison & Contrast

Write about anything that strikes your fancy. It could be "Hot & Cold", "Beauty & Ugly", "Night & Day", or "Heaven & Hell" for a few examples. If this leaves you feeling empty inside, then you could let the image below fulfill your writing purpose....he he he see what I did there!!

“The Soul of a Mustang” by Victoria Ivanova

Nonsense

Ring a contrast where the shadows fall

Only light will show them tall,

The spirits dim behind them.

Jockey bright and horse in marble

Run a race along the wall

Only the sun will drive them.

WORD*CRAFTER*PROMPT

~Birth: It can be the birht of a child, or birth of a thought, or a birth of anything that hits your muse. If you are not hip on that then here is an image as well (photo by Tom Chambers & the last image posted at Magpie Tales).

Glass Flower by Tom Chambers

We fed the Wild on blown glass chips in our good soup bowl,

Frozen tears of melted sand, a beach that used to be,

Now ground, contemplative, into a delicacy.

We daren't watch the magic feast, only wait and listen;

They eat with careful scrapes and clops, then stop.

Upon our woven tablecloth is not one sharp drop.

We fed the Wild on blow glass dreams

On flowers that didn't smell but seemed

And they left our minds licked clean

Where once had been a meadow green.

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Not Slacking, Just Writing

So. My actual screensaver called me out today. Have I been writing much poetry? Is the doggerel below P O E T R Y? Yeah, probably not. However. The real story is that I'm working my way through a few stories for Camp NaNoWriMo. At almost halfway through the month, I'm still not sure what will end up under the pen on a day-by-day basis but I've added to several. My reading has been similar. Lots of initial chapters or initial handful of chapters but very, very few final chapters completed. I'm thinking about taking a day and just clearing out my zine basket. Summer heat settled in early, so I haven't been doing any outdoor reading, but zines are pretty quick and I should be able to finish several while the squirrels raid the birdseed. :) Hope you're having a good writing/reading summer! It must have been a movie, black and white, Watched when I was younger, maybe sick, Glancing between Mom cleaning and the screen. A father and his daughter in a lighthouse New ...

Phalanxes

Phalanxes of plastic ducks: wizards, barbarians-- the occasional detective-- swirl in the giant conundrum. Plastic dolls (fashion dolls?), no judgement on brand or aisle or hair, especially now, hear the canard-verse via pathways laid down in heat, in formless transformations. They know the wars. They know the strategies. They know the tidal energies. Or so Mandy says, holding a damp doll by the hair, dripping on the carpet, sleepy as an oracle fresh from a hot spring [or a bath] prophesying plastic. It's been a week since The Sunday Muse. And I'm working on the Indie Summer Read/Writeathon (currently reading Rocket Science and enjoying the drama) and working on other projects...but I find that I'm missing my Sunday poetry. :) -- Chrissa

To Blue Fields Far Below

Sharing with The Sunday Muse #228 , The Fashionable Twenties. A sycamore fairy sits crosslegged in the road Dragons swim toward smooth hills above the storms Vines embrace the telephone poles Someone washed the blue skies and she knows It's time to dare the salty foam It's time to wade through the eternal fields' folds And gather golden apples for home. Hoping this finds you with space to daydream and a good book in which to wander. Working on turning last week's prompt into a longer piece, as I found myself intrigued by the idea of tea in the garden as combat. Social situations are not my forte. As it's still Spider September, there will be a chihuahua-sized jumping spider that is none too happy about anything but hunting squirrels (that's for you, Mom). -- Chrissa

A Weed on The Curb

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