I feel the defiance and fierce determination
Eeking submission to have the picture taken
Child, adolescent, teen, a profound prophetic view
And as I touch the image I feel the awesome truth
But now the words I hear as adulthood draws so near
Are changing to a sweet fragrance
Like the smell of Spring’s fresh air
Prompt: describing something using at least 3 senses.
I am full yet I am being constantly filled
I rise and fall yet my glory never changes
I can be still and violent at the same time
A wall of strength that armies can’t defeat me
Yet so much life continues on in stillness
I can make children dance while mothers fear
You cannot take of me to decrease me
But if you try to hold me you will surely drop me
And I just may disappear
Missed the prompt from yesterday.I’ll do that one another day.
What will I do with my day off If I should ever have one?
Where are the places I go in my dreams that I hate to awake from?
And who is with me or do I escape from all who would deter my direction?
Wouldn’t it be nice for just one time to have only my own reflection?
On the other hand wouldn’t it be grand to have one, yet one so rare?
Where there’d be no submittin’,striving to fit in, compromising here and there?
What if disguises, masks and surmises were something to never consider?
Isn’t it tiring, all this scrutinizing and challenging who is the quicker?
I may never know truly but I can return now to dream until the morning.
Prompt: Every line a question except the last one.
Rainbow pallet in the sky
Arrows flames rushing by
confetti remnants fading as it falls
Thunder shouts for all to hear
And the crowds below look up
And the stars above look down
All in celebration on a summers night
Of a nation born
Prompt: Use one or more kennings (2 nouns which imaginatively describe a third thing)
Every day a prompt
Every day a choice
Every day is opportune
For silence or for voice
Response is at one’s will
To either curse or bless
And that one will decide
To worry or to rest
And if you think I say it often
And it sounds like an offense
Please know it’s really only me
I’m trying to convince
Wine and love, intoxicating
One influences the other
Ah, I remember the days of wine and roses
But the wine wore off
And the roses withered and died
There must be more to real love
Wine will leave you whining
Where true love will leave you loving
Past the night into day’s dawning
The prompt. Write on love and wine, either pro or con