Writing
Is
A lot like
Playing
With your food
You
Move words around
On
A piece of paper
For awhile
Then
Feed it
To the dog
Writing
Ghost Riders
Photo by Yaopey Yong @ Unsplash
Never would
The
Bike’s owner
Have
Guessed
When
He propped
His trusty two-wheeler
Against the
Wall
That
Come nightfall
In
The glow of the
Full moon
His ride would
Mysteriously
Vanish
A faint trail
Of
Stardust
All
That remained
Sadje’s What Do You See #146
The Well Ran Dry
I had
Big plans
Grandiose ideas
Ready
To commit
To paper
But alas
My pen only
Sputtered
Spitting out
But a few
Meager
Drops of brilliance
Before coming to
A screeching
Halt
End of
Story
Ragtag Daily Prompt – Ink
Photographer’s Lament
Photo From Pexels.com
Face
Contorted
Just
Right
Holds
The camera
Real
Tight
Concentrates
With
All her
Might
Framing
Subject
In the
Sight
Gives
Tiny bird
Such a
Fright
Away it
Flies
Out of
Sight
Fandango’s Flash Fiction Challenge #167
Striking Out
The sly fox
Stealthily
Zipped
Around the corner
With
Zero noise
And barely a footprint
Left behind
Quickly retreating
Into the pines
With zilch to show for
Its hunting excursion
Linda G. Hill’s Stream Of Consciousness Saturday: “Zip, Zero, Zilch”
Ragtag Daily Prompt – Fox
An Epiphany
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Patiently
She offered encouragement
As her little sister
Slowly sounded out words
One by one
And painstakingly
Put complete sentences together
Realizing with certainty
For the first time
She would one day
Become a teacher
Sadje’s What Do You See #131
A Tale Of Two, Too Late
The two
Arrived
Too late
To
The concert
To
Get choice seats
To
Their dismay
The two
Were forced
To
Sit way too close
To
Strangers
And
Two rows apart
Way too flustered
To
Do anything
To remedy
The situation
The two hurriedly
Took
Their seats
And
Vowed never
To
Be too late
To an event
Again
Linda Hill’s Stream of Consciousness Saturday: “Too, Two and To”
Drat…….Foiled Again
Relentless
Words
Bombard my
Head
So
Jazzed
I cannot go to
Bed
Grab paper and
Pencil
Scribble them
Down
Brilliant verse
At last
I’ve
Found
Close
Inspection
The next
Day
Confirms
Sleep deprivation
Never
Pays
FOWC: Jazz
Caught In The Web
Cobwebs
In
My brain
Thinking’s
Such
A drain
What will
Ease
The strain
So words
Flow
Once again
Out of My Write Mind 