Weekly Scribblings #47: Meme Madness

Hello, Word Artists and Admirers! Most of the time I get a good laugh out of memes, but every now and then I’ll run across something that really gets me thinking, like this one:

My love of tricksters comes from my dad reading me a kids’ version of the Odyssey, as well as bonding over old Bugs Bunny cartoons. I first heard of Dr. Who from a friend in elementary school. An old boy friend is responsible for my love of classic rock. My husband made me better appreciate folk and indie music. One of my best friends got me to lean into more whimsically femme clothing styles. And on, and on, and on…

So for today, I’d like you to think about the things you learned to love because you loved someone else. You can approach this prompt from your actual experiences or write from the perspective of a fictional character. Both new poetry and prose are welcome, but be sure to keep prose offerings to 369 or fewer.

  

Writers’ Pantry #47: Breathe in the Words

I am exhausted. I know that is a terrible way to start a post, but it doesn’t keep it from being true. It’s good exhausted though. You know, the kind of fatigue that comes after completing a necessary task (or 7,000) successfully? So, I shan’t complain too much. I will get a good night sleep (I’m scheduling this rather late), and then I will delight in your words after breakfast. Reading what others spill into being can be so very soothing.

So, my beloved poets and storytellers, share your poetry or prose. Let your contribution be new or old, short or long(ish), deliciously bright or intriguingly gloomy. One entry per participant, please. And if you go for prose, let the word count be 369 words or fewer. As always, Mr. Linky will remain open for a week. Bring on the yummy words.

- for our next Weekly Scribblings, Rommy would like us to write new poetry or prose while thinking about “things [we] learned to love because [we] loved someone else.”  

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(and I suspect that for many of us, the same is true about what we read here,
so let us read and breathe and such…)