This week’s prompts are at the bottom. The stuff below was written for practice; because practice makes perfect, and everyone has their own perception of me. There are lots of versions of me out there.
Here’s how to play along, if you are unsure.
I think of myself as young, good looking, smart, and witty.
I believe I’m a good provider.
I am creative and constantly strive to find time for my art.
My mother would be proud of what I have become.
You think of me as an old man, grey, and pallid.
You’ve heard my riff so many times you no longer believe I have anything left to say.
You still let me hang my paintings because you abhor empty walls.
I forget your birthday and pick you up late after work.
I seldom do my share.
None of your friends understand how I can look at myself in the mirror, they encourage you to leave.
Haiku inspired from last week
The crowd was frenzied
We needed to get away
I went right, Claire left.
We need them to pay,
and we think you know someone.
Apply some pressure.
Alas, my cookies
are not to be, not today.
Mom needs more sugar.
This week’s prompts are:
- splitting up a bag of potato chips
- you can call me ‘Vegas’
- tied to the branch of a creosote bush
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.