As My Mind Wanders

CCC #103

Beneath the rubble I could see bricks peeking through and my mind began to wander

Was there more underneath?

Perhaps an entire home was buried here

Who had lived here?

What had happened?

Perhaps it was an earthquake that rumbled years ago

Had the people survived?

Were their souls lingering here amongst the bricks buried beneath?

Written for Crimson’s Creative Challenge #103.

Elucidate – Haiku

Today’s word is “elucidate.”

Write a post using that word. It can be prose, poetry, fiction, non-fiction. It can be any length. It can be just a picture or a drawing if you want. No holds barred, so to speak.

Once you are done, tag your post with #FOWC and create a pingback to this post if you are on WordPress. Please check to confirm that your pingback is there.

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Explanation included

Elucidating

Fixing the Roof – #Saturday Mix – #Rhyme Time

Image by David Mark from Pixabay 

Rhyme Time’ focuses on the use of rhyme to build your writing piece. You will be given six rhyming words* and need to use all of them (but not limited to these) in your response, which should be a poetry form of your choice.

*Homophones can be used as alternatives to the challenge words.

Our rhyming words this week are:

  1. batch
  2. catch
  3. hatch
  4. match
  5. patch
  6. thatch

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I had to thatch a patch

I hoped that it would match

So, I mixed up a batch of thatch

Before the chicken eggs would hatch

Remembering also to put in a window catch

Wordle #206 – A Bad Fall

Ineffable
Vale- the world, or mortal or earthly life
Summit
Boots
Ankle
Wet
Grey
Pain
Reflect
Walk
Pine Needles
Extend

Written for Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie Wordle #206

Her boots were wet and had more than likely caused her to fall while walking down the summit. The pain was ineffable, and she was sure she had broken her ankle.

Laying on a bed of pine needles Laura looked up at the sky that was quickly turning grey. A storm was on the horizon.

Thinking she’d be left out here in the wild to die Laura tried to move. Slowly she made it a few feet closer to a tree she thought she would use to stand up. Extending her arm to the trunk of the tree and grabbing hold she dragged herself closer. With all her might she stood up.

Reflecting to her medical training she lightly tried to put a bit of weight on the injured ankle. Screaming out in pain she knew walking was not an option. Laura prayed that someone would find her before she died here in the vale.

Radio Stories

Written for Carrot Ranch.

 In 99 words (no more, no less), write a story that includes something heard on the radio. It can be from any station or era. What is heard? A song, announcement, ad? Think of how radion connects people and places. Go where the prompt leads!

Although the following was written for a flash fiction challenge it is a true story.

Dan Hill a Canadian pop singer/songwriter was on the radio telling the story of how “Sometimes When We Touch” came about.

A girl he liked was dating a football player and he wrote and sang her his song. She felt he was too intense for his age. Off he went hurt by her reply. He tucked away the song until he was older.

Working with Barry Mann one day he asked him to come up with music for his poem, not mentioning any of the history behind it. It came out in 1977 hitting #3 on the U.S. billboard.

Lyrics to Sometimes When We Touch

You ask me if I love you
And I choke on my reply
I’d rather hurt you honestly
Than mislead you with a lie
And who am I to judge you
On what you say or do?
I’m only just beginning to see the real you

And sometimes when we touch
The honesty’s too much
And I have to close my eyes and hide
I wanna hold you til I die
Til we both break down and cry
I wanna hold you till the fear in me subsides

Romance and all its strategy
Leaves me battling with my pride
But through the insecurity
Some tenderness survives
I’m just another writer
Still trapped within my truth
A hesitant prize fighter
Still trapped within my youth

And sometimes when we touch
The honesty’s too much
And I have to close my eyes and hide
I wanna hold you til I die
Til we both break down and cry
I wanna hold you till the fear in me subsides

At times I’d like to break you
And drive you to your knees
At times I’d like to break through
And hold you endlessly

At times I understand you
And I know how hard you’ve tried
I’ve watched while love commands you
And I’ve watched love pass you by

At times I think we’re drifters
Still searching for a friend
A brother or a sister
But then the passion flares again

And sometimes when we touch
The honesty’s too much
And I have to close my eyes and hide
I wanna hold you til I die
Til we both break down and cry
I wanna hold you till the fear in me subsides

Six Sentence Story – Silly Poem

Image by Michelle Maria from Pixabay 

My silly little poem was written in response to Denise’s Six Sentence Story Challenge over at Girlie on the Edge’s Blog. This weeks challenge was to use the word “Gallery”.

 

 

Mallory let’s go to the gallery

Sorry, no, not on my salary

Go ask Valerie to go with you to the gallery

I did and she’s having problems with her allergies

How about if I take you to that bar in Calgary

Only if you promise to buy me a daiquiri