Tuesday Writing Prompt Challenge November 20, 2018

Go Dog Go Café

Devereaux Frazier and Beth Amanda are currently hosting the Tuesday Writing Prompt Challenge which was started by our star writer Christine Ray. We hope to offer all of you something that will spark your creativity and willingness to participate.

The prompts are designed to be quick challenges that can be written in 10 to 15minutes,  inspire you creatively, are fun, and get everyone interacting.  Please post your response to the prompt in the comments below and show your fellow posters some love and support.  All members of the Go Dog Go community, including Baristas, are welcome to participate.  Feel free to share this post on your own blogs and/or Facebook.

Today’s prompt:

So most Thanksgiving prompts are about “giving, thankful, family, etc.”  I’m going out on a limb here.  In the stress that may come with preparing for this holiday, let’s have a little fun!

Write from the perspective…

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His religion | A Faded Romantic’s Notebook

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I remember

Truth & Beauty co.

So many times I wanted to reach out to you.

But I remember the last words you said,

So many times I wanted to converse with you.

But I remember the last words you said,

So many times I wanted to stay up, write back and forth with you.

But I remember the last words you said,

So many times I wanted to read the words play off the screen.

But I remember the last words you said,

So many times I wanted to dance ideas with you.

But I remember the last words you said

I remember the last words you said, “I am so drawn to you”.

I remember those last words and how they felt.

I remember those last words, as I scroll back through history.

I remember those last words cross boundaries.

I remembered, I’m not that kind of women to enter forbidden territories.

There is…

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Promises and a miracle

johncoyote

Promises and a miracle

Your soft hands in my hands.
Us together upon the soft bed.
You smell of Summer flowers and we do not speak.
We knew.
Love didn’t need words.

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A miracle

Upon a Summer day,
with youth as our wealth,
I saw you and you saw me.
No words spoken and somehow.
We twisted-up our two lives, forever.
You became my wish and a prayer.
We became one for a time and we had the Summer and the Fall.
You were a miracle to me,
forever and a wonderful place to find in kind memory.

Coyote

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Enchantment | A Faded Romantic’s Notebook

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davidbrucehaiku: the hurt’s not over

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https://pixabay.com/en/girl-woman-sadness-portrait-3811180/

THE HURT’S NOT OVER

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Broken and single

A heavy load’s on my soul

A hurt’s in my heart

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Dark, dreary nightfall

The sky is crying cold tears

And I’m crying, too

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I’m hurting over

Someone who doesn’t want me

But I still want him

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The hurt’s not over

Dare me to love you again

I can dare so much

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The Language of Love

A Tangle of Weeds

“Not the ones speaking the same language, but the ones sharing the same feeling understand each other.” – Rumi

no hay necesidad de que imagine tus besos en mis labios. Ya llevo tu amor como perfume en mi corazón

तेरा प्यार मेरी ज़िंदगी तेरी बाँहे मेरा साहारा

君は私の目の笑顔, 心の中の歌

আপনি এখানে আছেন এবং আমি এখানে এখানে কেন

ऑखा खोलेर हेर्दा देखियो उल्लास हरियालि
चिम्लेर बस्दा मुस्कान तिम्रो झल्कियो मनैभरी़ ।।

Your smiles light my life, warm my heart
Like no sunshine could ever do
Let me now weave a universal ode
To celebrate (the language of love that is) YOU

©Nandita Manan Yata

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Seashells and Shadows

Women Who Think Too Much by Jeanne Marie

A shadow of herself
is all that remains
just a glimmer
of the woman
who she
coulda
woulda
shoulda
been.
A shadow of herself
walks on the shore
collecting seashells
seashells
she doesn’t
want
to collect
to touch
to hold
anymore.

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my confession

The Lonely Author

Last week, my dear friend G. of Short Prose challenged me with the prompt of using the word “confession.”  When you have a moment, please read her beautiful poetry and/or wonderful excerpts of her manuscript Glass Lovers.

https://shortprose.blog/2018/11/13/i-miss-you-poem-poetry/

Here is my submission…..(of course it’s about love, when isn’t it?)

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Blessed are those
who read your poems
For I am one of those
who was baptized
in the cathedral
of your words
You rescued me
from the apocalypse
resurrected me
from the dead
Now I give you my confession
etched in stone
Adoring your poetry
is my penance
Loving you in silence
is my sin

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Don’t – A Haiku Poem

Walt's Writings

Don’t try to change me
I will not walk through that door
I will walk away

~The Tennessee Poet~

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