Broken Appointment

Don’t Miss Penny’s great post on Muses – BROKEN APPOINTMENT

Penny Wilson Writes

The bitch.

I sat there
in my usual spot.

Fingers poised;

it just flows.

It begins as a trickle
with me
peck, peck, pecking my way
onto the page.

Then she takes hold
and the scenes
unfolding behind my eyelids,
find their way
to the page.


It really does
feel like that.

She has hold of me.

My fingers glide,
forming the images
in my mind’s eye.

The world around me;

The page and me.

That is all
there is.

But not today.

My Muse
broke our appointment;

Fickle bitch.

Copyright (C) 2018 Penny Wilson

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Don’t Blame Other People

Lori Greer in Portland

Everything I have ever done as your Mother was out of love for you.

I made mistakes but they were unintentional.  

I have always wanted what was good and right for you.  

I am sorry if that was not enough.  I am sorry if I disappointed you.

I am sorry if I was not the Mother that you thought I should be.   

However, I know that I did my best.

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No regrets

Siren Whispers

fullsizeoutput_17aan end that came too soon

full stop on a sentence


a storied introduction

mix of joy and pain

knowledge found in a glance

soul an open book


reflections of this woman

needs, desires

unknown, unacknowledged

without exploration, risk

a voice would have remained



no regrets in chances

taken, a belonging

monotone shadow lived


cast off

each day painted vivid hues

continue to resonate


Copyright ©SirenSong1208

All rights reserved.

Photograph taken by SirenSong1208

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Thursday photo prompt: Onward #writephoto

Sue Vincent's Daily Echo


Every Thursday at noon GMT, I publish one of my photos as a writing prompt.  If you know where the photo was taken, please keep it to yourself until the challenge is closed and I usually share something about the place during the round-up.

Throughout the week I will feature as many of the responses here on the Daily Echo as space allows and (more or less) in the order in which they come in. Every Thursday at 10 a.m. GMT, a full round-up of posts will be published linking back to the original posts of contributors.

You can find all last week’s entries in the weekly round-up. Please visit and read the stories and poems and explore the sites of their writers. I will feature as many contributions as I can on the blog during the week.

Please note that as we have a workshop this weekend, I…

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The Poetic Beat – A Poem By Walt Page, The Tennessee Poet

Walt's Writings

There is poetry in a drum solo
The rhythm and the meter are solid
If you listen closely you can hear it
Each tap of a drumstick creates a tone
Always different, yet always the same
Krupa knew it, Bonzo knew it
Buddy Rich knew it
Neil Peart knows it
Drums can be tuned
A good drummer can make his drums sing
So many different sounds
All coming together to create music
The art of drumming creating poetry
I am a drummer and a poet
I create poetry with my words
And with my drumsticks

~The Tennessee Poet~
©Walt Page 2018 All Rights Reserved

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Completely Lost – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon


Enrapture – Word of the Day



Completely Lost

I’m not sure what possessed me,
well, no, that’s not really true,
you did as you passed by,
and I reached out to take your hand,
strangers though we were.
I wanted to reach out to you,
you smiled like the morning sun,
unfazed by my brazen move,
and I lost myself in your welcoming eyes,
then after coffee,
I lost myself completely
in your ruby lips.

©Paul Vincent Cannon


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