Lost I’m looking for someone. I thought I knew her – once. But now at last I see – she’s lost. Or maybe was never there. I thought she was always with me But when I turned to look I could not see her. I’d like to know her better, If I could find her. Weekly writing challenge: memoir madness Continue reading I digress, take two
I didn’t know what I was going to blog about when I started but it has morphed itself into a focus on photography. HOWever, I enjoy writing and when not tinkering with my images I write. Today I am following the lead of the Daily Post writing challenge: memoir madness. This is an extract I shall title … Graduation During the evening, gripped by a strange nostalgia … Continue reading I digress …
Use all the words, Kellie said. Free Write Friday
In tranquil repose I pause to look, that I may see
I look before me and see
excitement and the unknown
and feel the anticipation.
I look behind me and see
loneliness and hope
and recall the despair
I look outward and see
the joy and emotion
and live the elation. Continue reading “Look”
Another writing challenge … “write 33 words about someone who took a giant leap”. There’s an obvious challenge in trying to say anything in just 33 words but here’s my go at it. Continue reading “Trifextra: Week 25”
The prompt I chose from those provided for Inspiration Monday is Falling up the Stairs. I’m new at this but, here I go …
The stairs wound upwards in a tight spiral; With no landings on which to rest and catch her breath, she was already tiring. And the banister – the fact that it was particularly well polished was not lost on her. “I really should have paid more attention”, she reprimanded herself.
The ad in the back of The Herald had been obscure:
Thrill of a lifetime
Riches to be reaped
Wealth to be won
Only the vigorous need apply
Must be respectful, truthful and discerning
Skilled in empathy, modesty, honesty, and determination.
She quickly pulled her hand from the bannister as another applicant slid past, the rush of wind blowing cool and damp. “I am not discerning enough”, she thought. “This may be a mistake.”
At the outset she imagined the thrill of the ride; imagined her laughter and squeals. Continue reading “The Spiral Staircase”
Julia over at Julia’s Place hosts the 100 Word Challenge.
In keeping with the upcoming Diamond Jubilee celebrations Julia’s instructions were to write a poem. (!) [exclamation point mine] “It doesn’t have to rhyme or be specifically about the Monarch but it should capture the passing of sixty years. I will give you some poetic license with the number of words and say 100 words -ish!”
I haven’t joined in this before and I think I chose a hard one for a starter; I nearly gave it up as too difficult; I think I bent the rules in that it doesn’t portray the passing of 60 years very well … but it is 98 words. That’s pretty 100-ish! So I decided to have fun with it and this is the result. Continue reading “100 Word Challenge for Grown Ups – Week#44”
Around here we write for five minutes flat on Fridays. We write because we love words and the relief it is to just write them without worrying if they’re just right or not. So we take five minutes on Friday and write like we used to run when we were kids.
We write with gusto, unselfconscious and flat-out. Write for 5 minutes flat – no editing, no over thinking, no backtracking.
My Five Minute Friday on Tuesday: Life’s Ways Continue reading “Five Minute Friday: Opportunity”
Gypsy Mama says: Write for 5 minutes flat – no editing, no over thinking, no backtracking
My Five Minute Friday on Tuesday – I”m running behind.
I find these to be an interesting exercise. I have been treating it as five minutes of fiction – letting it flow off my fingers, not always where I thought I might go and oftentimes trite but perhaps something that could be honed and tweaked into something more. This is what flowed from the word: Community Continue reading “Five Minute Friday: Community”
Around here we write for five minutes flat on Fridays. We write because we love words and the relief it is to just write them without worrying if they’re just right or not. So we take five minutes on Friday and write like we used to run when we were kids. We write with gusto, unselfconscious and flat-out. Write for 5 minutes flat – no … Continue reading Five Minute Friday: Together
Apparently it is National Poetry Writing Month – who knew?
The Willow – by Lynne Ayers
Like the graceful willow
I can bend and sway
And twist around
To touch the ground
When gentle breezes blow. Continue reading “NaPoWriMo”
Around here we write for five minutes flat on Fridays. We set a timer, throw caution to the winds and try to remember what it was like to just write without worrying if it’s just right or not. Write for 5 minutes flat on the prompt – no editing, no over thinking, no backtracking
Goodbye
She was in the process of moving. Since her husband died she was finding it harder and harder on her own. It was time to be closer to her daughters. Then, struck down herself she ended up in the hospital. She seemed to be on the road to recovery … her daughter visited and brought a pot of tea, because the hospital tea was just too terrible. They laughed together and parted with the words, I love you. Then, Continue reading “Five Minute Friday: Goodbye”
Beyond the Brush 