Category Archives: Written Musings
The result of this prompt, courtesy of Kellie Elmore’s post “Free Write Friday: Word Bank”:
A lazy cascade of violets.
the rain follows the curve of the river.
One’s perspective can always change, one tear changing the ultimate “big picture”. it’s not a trinket to be tossed away.
Be somber for as long as you can manage…it’s glint can be beautiful in the sunlight.
The static of rain covers everything.
From this writing prompt:
I didn’t expect him here, a glint of starshine between my eyes and my own comet to make a wish on.
He paints his dreams in the shadows of his studio, laid out from what the maze of his mind might look like: paint, canvas, india ink, brushes all a forest of protection, as if he thought angered Gods might try to strike him as punishment for not forming their divine likenesses first and foremost. Salvador Dali possesses his work, with surrealist curves and smooth bright colors, but the grey palor of worry seeps into his face. He knows now that my love for him isn’t enough for him to keep on creating…and I have not said one word.
The result of this prompt:
She stared at her reflection in the silver spoon.
A moment with simple eyes and a relaxed mouth.
Only to reflect, reflect, reflect.
Bitten lower lip and slow thought process…
She came about, silver and round with a new awareness.
The introspection is almost over and slowly it drips down into the world that is made of water.
Results of writing prompt from here :
I’m hiding from myself in darkness with amber eyes. They only lie in wait if I make the slightest noise, the other part of the time they ignore what may lurk in THEIR own darkness. Darkness is a funny thing…it is not ALL dark if you look close enough you can sense the tiniest point of light. Next to nothing other than that. I let it lead me sometimes to other parts of my mind, digging up uselessness and dusting off quiet wonders. Nothing is as it seems there, which can be good….we go blind as we get closer to the truth.
The result of a Poetry Prompt that I found here :
The pull…the abyss.
Purple smoldering documentation of one’s life.
Light beings are mentioned in the clouds to
remind me that life is an ongoing choice.
how and why we stretch to match the Mother’s Spiral.
The Darkness is now an equal part of the Light.
“Remember when you wrote down the first thought you had this morning? Great. Now write a post about it.”
“Absorb…stretch…react.” They followed each other. I know that you were only supposed to write the FIRST thought that came to mind after rebounding from the stillness of sleep, but they would not be broken. So here there they are…strung together, pearls of action with little space in between.
To Absorb…the energy of the day and the breaths that are gratefully taken.
To Strech…back into reality’s skin from the grips of unknown dreams.
To React…I calm the storm in my stomach with water, then coffee.