One liner Wednesday.
“In the face of adversity, we have a choice. We can be bitter, or we can be better. Those words are my North Star.”
Sorry it’s a day late!
One – Liner Wednesday. North Star.
11 Feb 2021 8 Comments
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Ronovan Writes Décima Poetry Challenge Prompt No. 44: (STEAL) in the B rhyme line.
11 Feb 2021 10 Comments
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Ronovanwrite’s Décima.
Ronovanwrite’s said :You may, if you wish, make some kind of link between the Haiku Challenge prompt of (BITE and Teeth). and this Décima Challenge of STEAL in the B rhyme line. This means you could write a haiku post using the prompt words. Then do a Décima post using this week’s prompt uniting the two with a common message.
The two challanges are separate but can be combined if you choose to do so.
Now Jo had abominable teeth
He needed to fix them for real
His mate fixed them for a true
steal.
His dental wizard was named Keith
Just to smile was such a relief.
To eat a meal was such a joy
With teeth so smart he was not coy.
He even asked Kay for a date
All thanks to Keith his new best mate.
His smile was now his pride and joy!
Thursday photo prompt: Deeper #writephoto
11 Feb 2021 27 Comments
in #Haiku, #Senryu, #Haiga, #Tanka, #Tanka Prose, #micropoetry, #poetry, #5lines, #Haibun, #Prose, #CinquainPoetry, #Etheree, #Nonet, #Shadorma, #Gogyoka, #writephoto, /flash-fiction Tags: Deep waters, escape, faith, Sue Vincent Thursday Photo Prompt
It’s time for Sue Vincent’s #writephoto .
For visually challenged writers, the image shows a sheer drop from old stone… a bridge, perhaps, or the battlements of a castle… there is no way to tell… Below is deep, dark water, swirling, fringed by autumnal trees…
This week’s prompt ~ Deeper
Looking down at the drop and the dark waters below, Ben wondered could he make it. There was no other route out, no escape.
Listening for the sound of his persuers he wished he’d never left home. But he had, and the dye was cast, below him swirled his Rubicon.
He heard the dogs first and then the shouts as the first stone hit him he closed his eyes and jumped.
Take that leap faith
Into the dark blue yonder.
Let your soul take flight.
The waters may be deeper
Let fear not be your keeper.
