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Week 2: Daily Word Prompts

Posted by: poeticlibrarian on: January 12, 2010

I decided to continue this experiment of writing one piece a day based on a single word. Since it is a new week, there is a new set of daily word prompts. The first one is “Panicky.” Be sure to visit the “Write Kind of Life Headquarters” blog.  For quick reference, here’s the link: http://www.squidoo.com/writeprompts#module4027663

 

Happy Writing.

Lone Rider

Posted by: poeticlibrarian on: January 12, 2010

Always alone

Needing nothing of his own

He rides off into the sunset

After a day he won’t soon forget

Sun radiating off her face

a picture he won’t soon erase

The look in her eyes

when he tells her good bye

We’ll talk on the phone

When I get home

He tells her that “We’ll be friends”

But she knows that this is the end

Time to move on and begin again.

The Write Kind of Life Headquarters: Daily Word Prompts

Posted by: poeticlibrarian on: January 5, 2010

 

This week I am tackling the daily word prompts challenge described on the Write Kind of Life Headquarters website. I’ve included the link here. It’s a great way to get started when you’re feeling stuck.  Give it a try. Feel free to post your response here.

 

 

The Write Kind of Life Headquarters

Farewell, 2009

Posted by: poeticlibrarian on: December 21, 2009

May you be remembered

as a year of many faces

 

The gloomy one

as the new year tolled

 

The excited one

as summer began

 

The happy one

as fall rolled in

 

The realistic one

as winter began

 

And I can only wonder

what faces you will show

in the year to come

 

What face you will be

on January 1.

One Morning

Posted by: poeticlibrarian on: October 30, 2009

One morning

the sky was gray

I didn’t know what to do

or  say

 

One morning

the sun shone bright

and I knew

then and there

that everything would be all right

 

But mornings

turn to afternoons

and afternoons

to evenings

And when I come to the end of each day

I wonder about its meaning.

Tight rope Walker

Posted by: poeticlibrarian on: September 10, 2009

I walk a tight rope

a bridge without rails

traversing mile-wide canyons  and sky high buildings

Gingerly crossing the razor thin wire

Careful not to let a gust of wind

blow me down

In the hope that one day, I will walk on solid ground.

Today

Posted by: poeticlibrarian on: July 10, 2009

Today is the day

to start fresh.

Today is the day

to start something new.

Today is the day

to imagine the possibilities.

Today is the day

to go somewhere new.

Today is the day

to do what I love.

Today is the day

to be who I am.

Today is the day

to love myself.

Static

Posted by: poeticlibrarian on: June 18, 2009

Riding the train home

on a late evening

I strain to hear the voice

of a colleague

 

The noise of the train

creates static

like the kind that old television sets make

when the signal fades to snow

A Peaceful Day….Maybe Not

Posted by: poeticlibrarian on: May 30, 2009

A peaceful day?
Maybe not…

An energizing workout
relaxing stretch
A blissful morning

New phone in hand
A stroll around the mall
A busy afternoon

An altercation
at home
about what else….
money
I never seem to have any

I escape the scene
Walking away from
the accusations
endless guilt
frustration
harsh criticism

I return
the flames still smoldering

I hastily make my way to my room
the room that I once found heavenly
now
is a place of shame
despair
loneliness
guilt

Tears roll down my cheeks
softly releasing all my frustration

Music plays in the background
as I return to a blissful state

A quiet evening begins

Tryst

Posted by: poeticlibrarian on: May 14, 2009

Faded blue jeans

draped over the bedroom chair

Sunlight

washing the room

in a brilliant yellow glow

 

She sits up

suddenly

alert

quickly gathering

her articles of clothing

haphazardly strewn of the floor.

 

What? Where are you going?

He asks,

Once he notices

there’s no longer

an arm stretched across his chest

 

I can’t do this anymore

she yells,

unable to repress

her anger–

and disappointment.

 

She was such a fool

to think this

would lead somewhere.

 

The racy e-mails

“anonymous flower deliveries

 

It all started so innocently

a compliment at the Christmas party

when her husband had gone to get refills of wine

then an invitation to the opera

A place her husband refused to take her–

he much preferred a quiet night at home

reading a science fiction novel.

 

Soon, the two of them

would find moments at the office

for a quickie

a  late lunch

early breakfast

dinner meeting

 

Her husband never suspected a thing.

Such an honest man himself, he believed that his wife

was just as honest.

 

She had not planned to be unfaithful,

her husband was just so distant–

preoccupied with his reading or crossword puzzle–

so she looked elsewhere.

 

She quickly packs

the few belongings

she had stuffed

into her overnight bag,

earlier that day.

 

If she hurried,

she could catch the 3 o’clock flight home

and arrive in time for dinner.

He would never know.

 

Wait, Amanda, he yells,

as she briskly walks to the elevator

in her patent leather heels,

leaving behind her faded blue jeans.

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