Greetings,
dear poets and storytellers. I hope you and your muse are in the mood to
play with someone else’s muse. Because for today’s prompt, I’m sharing three of
my blackout poems and inviting you to write new prose or poetry which uses one (or all 3) of the poems as inspiration. You may
choose to use the exact words, or not.
Be an uncrushed flower.
Burst into constellations of dance.
Love can be a monster, or not.
This prompt will stay open for a week. We welcome fiction and nonfiction, short and long pieces—if you go for prose, let the word count be 369 words or fewer. One link per participant, please. Add the direct link to your post, and not just the link to your blog. Take a moment (or 3) to visit other participants. Share your thoughts about their words…
Wonderful lines, Magaly! I love their defiant joy.
ReplyDeleteThank you bunches, Rosemary!
DeleteI loved writing these.Good prompt! Wrote two but would like to write three.Is it OK to submit them as separate entries or do I need to put them all on the same post ?
ReplyDeleteYou do need to put them all on same post.
Delete(Or save some for future Sundays.)
DeleteRall, I just finished reading your contribution for today, and loved it. I hope the other parts you mention here are a continuation of that piece. Because I am so intrigued!
DeleteI need more practise with this form. Thanks for today's prompt
ReplyDeletemuch love...
You're welcome, Gillena.
DeleteIt's nice to see you guys this morning, and thank you, Magaly. We've not had power since 3:30 AM Monday morning but got it back this morning at three.
ReplyDeleteI'll pay bills this morning until whenever. But first check how good the phones are. First call to older daughter who fell on her icy driveway. She's in the hospital now with pined and sewed together upper femur. Her husband died five weeks ago,combo heart attack and the COVID-19.
Best wishes all, especially my Houston area buds here, we don't have brownouts, we have lights when it's our turn, may last for days or weeks, a day every once in a while, we have it today. But it won't last.
I may write for here later.
I've been watching the news, Jim, and wondering how you and yours were doing. I was mostly worried about the ice on the roads and the no power situation. But it seems that your personal situation is much more complicated. Sigh. I am so sorry again, for the loss of your son-in-law. And I will keep your daughter in my thoughts. She had already enough to deal with. And then to fall and break a bone. Life can be so hard...
DeleteStay strong (and warm), Jim.
So sorry, Jim. The weather and brownouts would be enough aggravation, but your family is facing far worse. Prayers coming your way!
DeleteSuch a lot for you and yours to deal with! Thanks for letting us (here in your poetic family) know what is going on with you. Sending love.
DeleteMy heart goes out to you Jim. The awful run of weather on top of all the difficult issues your family is facing must be exhausting on so many levels. Sending love from Pennsylvania.
DeleteFor some reason unknown, my comments to Rosemary, Cressida and Magaly disappear into the ether. I'm at a loss to know what's happening, as all is well with everyone else. Please know I am commenting on your beautiful work -- wherever my comments are landing!!
ReplyDeleteThey haven't disappeared, Bev. We moderate our comments. They will come up as soon as we approve them.
DeleteTwo comments from you are now visible at my post, Bev – but the first one appears to be meant for someone else.
Delete(For Cressida, in fact.)
DeleteSubmitted something on crushing flowers. . .
ReplyDeleteThank you for sharing, Graham. Enjoy the reading!
DeleteThank you for allowing us to use your work. It was fun to try to write something doing them justice.
ReplyDeleteYou're most welcome.
DeleteThank you. I joined my blackout poem to yours :)
ReplyDelete(Margaret Bednar)
DeleteFantastic!
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