This week’s prompt for One Single Impression is Fleeting:
Gone
Only a whisper.
Memories fall like rain drops.
Fading over time.
Monthly Archives: September 2008
I recently came across a new site called One Single Impression, and their prompt for the week was Autumn, which is my favorite time of the year so I figured it would be a great opportunity to expand, and try to write some poetry. So here is my first post.
Songs of Autumn
An open window,
Cool crisp breeze, leaves blowing past,
Sounds of autumn sung.
This week on Sunday Scribblings # 129 the prompt is Invitation:
I have been so busy this past week that I didn’t even have a chance to write last week’s prompt. I’ve enrolled in a couple of courses at the University this September, so between that and family matters life feels like it is spinning out of control. I thought that what I needed was an invitation for a vacation, but what I really need is an invitation for quiet time. Time to write. That is what gives me peace and releases stress, but with an essay due Wednesday on Homer’s The Odyssey, which I haven’t even started yet, along with a wedding and dragon boat race this weekend I’m going to cheat this week and post my “Invitation” that was already written from my Six Sentences Volume 1 book submission.
This piece came to me from one of my dreams. It felt so real that when I woke up I had to write it down. One of those dreams that stuck with me for the whole day, giving me that warm comfortable feeling. I read it now and it still takes me back to that moment in time.
The Invitation
Her road was long. She climbed into the car that pulled up beside her, it felt familiar, he felt familiar and comfortable like a reoccurring dream, maybe it was a dream. She leaned back in the seat next to him, adjusting her headphones; she heard the same song humming in her ears that was playing on his radio. She saw that his arm was raised slightly and arched, his invitation for her to take hold. Slipping her hand through, she felt a sense of calm; letting her body liquefy further into the seat. “I’m tired,” she said sinking deeper, falling asleep in the stranger’s car, drifting peacefully as he listened to her breathe.
This week’s Sunday Scribblings prompt is:
#127 – Miracle
I haven’t written many poems, but felt inclined to try a Haiku this week about the birth of my Granddaughter, Madison, who will be 2 years old this November. She was born 4 weeks early so she was very, very tiny. You would never know it today though, she is healthy and bright. She is my little angel.
Madison
Miracle of life.
A gentle snowflake you came,
and melted my heart.
