OLWG#174- Pentastich

This piece was written for OLWG# 174

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It’s chill up here, but you take warmth from the blanket of stars

It’s dark up here, but you’ll see with the sunrise

It’s bright up here, but you cannot touch the sun

It’s clear up here, but you can smell smoke from the fires

It’s quiet up here, but you can hear the world breathing

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The prompts were:

1. the world breathing
2. it ain’t gonna be pretty
3. lust or love

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Sleeping With the Fishes

I wrote this for the Tuesday Writing Challenge at Go Dog Go Café

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Carl’s feet were heavy
The concrete shoes anchored him
Beneath the waters

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Use the phrase “beneath the waters” in a piece of prose or a poem.

 

Planning a Poem

I wrote this for the May 16th Flash Fiction Challenge

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The hour is early – predawn.

The clouds – vanished,

the storm – over,

the moon – full.

I shiver by the back window, listening to some nameless chanteuse croon and confess from the confines of the FM dial.

Warming my hands on a cup of tea, I watch the last two leafs in the tree.

They dance in the moonlight. Embracing, spinning, reaching – enjoying one another.

Caressing like lovers until one falls away; surrendering to the pressure of the wind and the weight of the clinging raindrops.

The fallen leaf touches down. I pore over archaic words and phrases, planning a poem.

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The prompt:  In 99 words (no more, no less) write a story that goes in search of trees. It can be one particular tree, a grove, woods, or forest. What makes the tree worth seeking? Go where the prompt leads!

OLWG#83- Short Form Poetry

Micropoetry written for OLWG#83

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Drowning In Words
American Sentence

If I had the courage I’d do it; tie weights to my ankles – jump in.

 

Regrets
Haiku

If I had enough
time.  If I had the patience
If only I had…

 

Recriminations
Shadorma

She waited.
Sitting by the phone.
No books or
radio.
Patient. When the phone trilled, she
listened to it ring.

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This week’s prompts were:

1. if I had enough
2. drowning in words
3. the phone trilled

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Acrostic Bottleneck

Written for the August 30th Flash Fiction Challenge

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Beneath the quiet, dormant wheels
Of this sharp, sleek, motionless luxury automobile
The motorway lies still, inert and unmoving despite my serious objections. Roll up the windows then,
The heat is relentless and the malodourous exhaust fumes of a thousand cars
Lingers and mingles languidly with the
Ether that surrounds us.
Needless to say, we should take the next available
Exit, we should find a relaxing spot to picnic; or a back road we might use as an alternative – a means to
Circumnavigate this bottleneck, else we won’t be home before
Kwanzaa, and it’s not yet Guy Fawkes Night.

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The prompt and instructions were:

In 99 words (no more, no less) write a story about a bottleneck. You can be literal or use the term to describe congestion. Go where the prompt leads.

OLWG#65- More of The Micro-Poetry That I Love So Much

Practice makes Perfect

Written for OLWG#65

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You never know who your friends are until you need someone to lean on.
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If she squinted, just so, she could see the truth, see the gleam in his eye.
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My editors suggest killing off underdeveloped characters.

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This week’s prompts were:

1. you never know who your friends are
2. if she squinted, just so,
3. the underdeveloped characters

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One of my Haiku at Vita Brevis

Vita Brevis recently hosted a poetry competition. It was a lot of fun, it was very well attended, and there was an abundance of great submissions. I am honoured to have been selected as the winner.

Brian Geiger, the founder and Editor has published my submission on his online magazine. You can read it here.

Thanks to Vita Brevis and to everyone who stopped by to read and comment on all the entries. Every submission there was deserving of the win. I feel extremely lucky today and plan on buying a Lottery ticket.

 

Watching From Above, Waiting

Written for the August 2nd Flash Fiction Challenge

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peering through his scope at the landscape below
looking at
an encampment, an encampment of one
that almost went unnoticed.
a flax coloured tent with a muted hue, sombre. quietly
blending into the background,
perfectly camouflaged.
a cold camp, no fire and the only sign of life is a yellow dog
stretched out and still
near an assortment of gear, stacked to one side
it has to be him
it must be Munroe
nothing to do now except stand by,
Munroe will be back.
a disturbance  from behind, then a voice, whispers,
“Hullo, Sutherland. What took you so long?”

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The prompt and instructions were:

In 99 words (no more, no less) write a story that includes a yellow tent. Where is it and who does it belong to? Think of how the colour adds to the story. Go where the prompt leads.