Stories tagged “THREE WORD PROMPTS”
My name with foul insinuation's tarred
By people who seek easy victims meek
To charge with crimes in public. Life is marred
And razed for me. Now, everywhere I seek,
I picture enemies in friends I knew
Before this whole fiasco. Do they now
Believe tho…Posted 4 months ago
I unlocked my deadbolt and pushed the oak door open. I walked through the kitchen, grabbing a soda, and moved beyond it, massaging my temple. Then I stood stock still. The motorbike was there, parked on my dining room table. That, of all the things th…Posted 7 months ago
I'll never know how you could build this gate:
This time and place and structure to explore
A valley that exists behind my pate
Uncanny in new ways I can't ignore.
I gaze at the horizon--distant, pale
I wonder at the 'hemoths on the coast
I tread wi…Posted 7 months ago
I reach. I fumble. My fingers renew their acquaintance with that smooth black stone of yesteryear. I remember the knit cap, with Donald Duck on it, and gasp in wonder. How have you been, old friend, old chronicle, old heart? The rhetorical echoes send…Posted 7 months ago
As I tromp through the woods in Lincoln, I can smell the deep green and hear the crackle of burnt red pine needles. I can barely make out the path anymore. It's been decades since my last visit. I remember the taste of the frigid bottle of grape soda I al…Posted 7 months ago
I'm dancing with you, hands together, your hand on my waist, slowly turning in the room that is in a misty dream in my mind. Finally, we're dancing together. I bury my face in your shoulder and neck and kiss you, cherishing this vision. I hear violins and…Posted 7 months ago
I will figure it out. I'm applying my best thoughts to it every day.
It happened three days ago. By the end of the week, I'll have it.
I need to take this opportunity to set my thoughts down now, while the house is quiet and the cicadas are thrumming th…Posted 1 year ago
The art of dance is the art of the fall.
It's the trace of your face as you race down the hall
In grace you may trip, you may flip, dancers all
Though I never shall reach you, I'll turn when you call
Locomotion may carry you down the canal
Past esop…Posted 1 year ago
I think it was the protractor that first caught my attention. Not many of my team of friends in the Roleplayers' Club are that engrossed in nostalgia for where they come from, as it's so much better here. And those who do keep souvenirs with them usuall…Posted 1 year ago
It was the smell of geraniums that called it to mind again after all these years. My kid had picked a handful for me. I got a whiff of them and the years peeled back.
I had to water the garden, and I loved the geraniums best. I sang to them, I read them…Posted 2 years ago
We are grommets along the edge of an old drawstring tucker.
You on one far edge and I, the other.
At first, though, we were close, were we not?
Life gathered fold upon fold and we together held in all the murky contents,
the feelings, the memories, the f…Posted 2 years ago
Sheridan lay on the hill amidst the sound of crickets and cicadas, the recently mown grass pricking through his T-shirt, and pointed upwards at the clear black sky.
The heavens shone down upon the lad, matching the intensity of his gaze. He could always c…Posted 2 years ago
The cars soon sensed their venerable cable
Was slipping in its grip, as sky turned pitch.
The wind began to shriek, the cars to pitch.
The rain prepared to rip them from their height
And from their apathetic, beaten cable
Which shone, revealed, by f…Posted 2 years ago
From peak to lodge, too tightly stretched the cable;
It glinted in the dying light of fall-
Fresh sunset. The lone worker doused the light;
As stars appeared, wind moaned in its deep pitch,
With breath of ice. And in that lofty height,
The string of cars …Posted 2 years ago
You're so eloquent as you improvise in song
A rivulet of notes with the flotsam of your thoughts
Drifting down the forest path
I follow your stream, my feet stumbling
Over hidden roots among orange leaves.
Your tune runs in counterpoint to ano…Posted 3 years ago
I am blissful, at peace.
I have worked for so long to achieve this state.
I know I had my personal problems before, but I have wrestled with them and I am doing better.
I hurt people. I didn't do it on purpose, and I have tried to make amends.
I have sa…Posted 3 years ago