Feel free to join in and respond to the prompt. Please try to keep your response under 300 words. If you reply, I will re-blog your post to my site (sometimes I am slow at this, but I get there!)
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poem
FRIDAY FICTIONEERS 3-4-2017
PHOTO PROMPT © Rochelle Wisoff-Fields
Inside
I can only know you, he said, if I’m inside
And so he crawled in,
My legs spread like a sprawling giraffe.
I am in you.
I am in you.
Like clouds on the sun,
Shadows pretending rain.
And so he crawled in,
My legs spread like a sprawling giraffe.
I am in you.
I am in you.
Like clouds on the sun,
Shadows pretending rain.
When he found nothing
He crawled out,
Walked away without
A word of
Goodbye.
He crawled out,
Walked away without
A word of
Goodbye.
Daily Post One Word Writing Prompt – Heard 2-8-2017
Heard
Wind rustles fallen leaves;
Frosted air promising snow.
Darkness comes early.
Well, I was one over on line one and one less on line three so I figure I came out even:)
The Daily Post One Word Prompt 1-31-2017
Trying my hand again, so here goes…
The scent of roses hides
Shadows cold under the dark sky
Soft baby warm light.
Daily Post One Word Prompt – Fishing
FFfAW Challenge – Week 12-06 through 12-12-2016
This week’s photo provided by Jade Wong.
Another foray into the attempt at haiku. Or, just a three-line poem if that doesn’t work!
Smuggled among glitter
grass, topsy-turvy puzzle.
A paper white bat.
Daily Post One Word Prompt – Breakthrough
Vastness lingers,
A coat unworn.
How do you steal souls?
Daily Post One Word Prompt – Panic
The Daily Post One Word Prompt – Mirror
The Mirror
Mirrors reflect lies unspoken.
We speak not of unbearable things.
Hope lies in forgotten corners.
We run circles instead of
just letting go.
The Daily Post One Word Prompt – Obsessed
Below is a fragment of the post for this challenge, left undone with the death of my computer. As of now, the narrator is not speaking to me, perhaps angry at being left so long in limbo. I decided to post the fragment anyway, hoping it might allow him to return.
Below that is three-line poem also from this challenge.
If obsessed was the word they used to describe me, that was okay. Should the truth hurt now, after so many years of painful silence? Nobody cared to understand my point of view before so, what the fick, I ignored theirs.
In my family, the kid who fought best was allowed into the golden ring of my parent’s attention. More time that not, I wasn’t that boy, little more than a thing invisible and forgotten.
That didn’t last either, what with people who never acted like parents sinking deeper into the world of drugs. Sitting in the 5 x 8 of my world, I wonder why we wanted so desperately to be seen?
Come to think, I realized…..
Hours golden spun
Obsessed in golden cages
Longing for a home.
A Writer's Life 
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