This week’s prompts are at the bottom. The work below is practice because I like to practice and practice makes perfect. Do you see what I did here?
it is Oh Four Hundred
i sit down with pen and pad struggling to be poetic
and control is rigged for red
i’m determined not to get sucked into a style or force it on my writing, but
when i open the lower fairwater hatch and
decide i want to weave two ideas into one
i climb to the top of the sail. meanwhile
i break my own rule
the boat is making turns for minimal headway and
before even beginning
beneath my feet a skilled helmsman changes depth to broach the ship
apparently, i have no regard for rules, even if the rule is to disregard the rules. two separate trains of thought that seemingly go opposite directions on a single track. hell-bent on collision, so i await the inevitable and
when I get the word; i crack the upper hatch ducking my head to keep the salt water from my eyes. chill, crisp arctic sea air greets me. it smells of fresh baked bread or perhaps its smells of a woman; something nice anyway. the aroma is wonderful, but i have no time to enjoy it
i sense failure, but
there is work to do
i’d best get on it else i’ll have to settle for less than what I crave
This weeks prompts are:
- right at them
- the high cost of loving
Go ahead and dive in, set your imagination free!
Ready, Set, Go – you have 25 minutes, but if that is not possible, take as long as you need.