Living Poetry prompt – Picnic
Prosecco in the chiller
French brie with rice crackers Carrot and celery sticks We were off to a picnic! We walked a mile deep into the curve of the sandy bay passed the nude beach waved at saggy breasts and balls We set up the sun tent spent a Sunday morning making out But we told everyone that “We are off to a picnic!” Like this: Like Loading...
Living Poetry modified prompt words to suit the southern hemisphere – Autumn, Kookaburra, So
The laughing kookaburras
sitting on the blue gum in the dark at my backyard calling forth the day early so early so eager so loud It’s only March Autumn is barely here The weather is still hot I feel bothered by their singing over the green valley farm They may wake up the farmer who has long range home made slingshots There may be a chance They will be silenced Then there may be a chance I’ll be late for work If I no longer have them to wake me at the wee hours Like this: Like Loading...
Denise’s Six Sentence Story prompt – Tension
The tension between the boss and the new hire is so obvious to everyone in the office.
We heard hard cover folders being thrown to the door, the boss’s fist banging on the desk, shoes shuffling on the wooden floor. When she came out of his office, her face is flushed with red, mascara smeared by tears possibly. We feel really sorry for her because we all know about our boss’s bad temper.
I walked up to her desk and whispered to her, “Sweety, it’ll get better after probation, just hang in there, alright?” She whispered back with a giggle, “I thought it can’t get any better, it was mind blowing!”
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Living Poetry prompt – origami
Poetry is an art
Origami is a craft Your lips recite beauty My fingers work the magic Like this: Like Loading...
Girlie on the edge’s six sentence story prompt word – wrap
When you pour your love into me, happy molecules overflow from my pores like the sunlight through the canopy. I look up to you with admiring crescent moon eyes, letting all your splendour shimmer over me. We are wrapped in this silk cacoon waiting to be birthed into something magnificent with blinding colours. Who’d have known that we are capable of creating such life and joy, all in a matter of auras flashing and mortal intertwined? We can’t help but worship the creator creating such divine bond between two souls. Unity in unison in welcoming a new life of oneness with twinkling eyes and fulfilling smile, we are in awe. Like this: Like Loading...
This is written in response to Denise’s Six Sentence Story word prompt –
That was probably the hardest video call he had to make, the ambience filled with a sense of dread.
“I decided to take the teaching job offer and stay in Berlin”, he launched straight into it without delaying the blade.
Silence, absolutely silence, then her eyes welled up, then the screen went blank, clearly, she hanged up.
Then the text came, “Obviously, you have made up you mind. I have nothing to say and no strength to fight for us anymore. I wish you all the best and I still love us, but that’s the past .”
After sending the text, she let her tears roll down like a waterfall sitting in the waiting area of the abortion clinic; what was a decision to be made, now is a conclusion.
From the soundbar, Ami Winehouse is singing, “…love is a losing game, one I wished I never played, oh what a mess we made…”
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Living Poetry word prompt – freedom, protest, justice
Her pouted lips
show protest to the restrain She wants freedom from the rope tied around her limbs “Say it!” He commands “Justice is being served Your Honour!” Like this: Like Loading...
Living Poetry prompt – River
I wanted to be a lake
But you made me a river Passion gushed from my sanctuary Earnestly flowed toward you You were an island But I wanted you to be a raft I was so far gone with my mind incapable of being tied down My tears broke the flood gate Forever gone with the stream Like this: Like Loading...
Living Poetry prompt writing – Waste Land
The city is stirred to uncertainty among concrete slabs and slate stones Gray is the mood mixing with false Hope of a human Messiah clothed in eloquent speech and charisma Change births no life autumn leaves bring on doom Yet, we are still hopeful knowing the joy of spring The vision of new life and growth gives us the strength to plough through the wasteland Like this: Like Loading...
Remember that pumpkin field under the harvest moon where we lay in the coolness of the night? A beatle crawled around my ankle while your fingers gliding between my longing landed in a fire ignited by our stardust kisses. The shallow field matched our breaths. The rough skin of the pumpkin fruits reminded me of your raw passion overcame the smoothness of my skin. Like this: Like Loading...