Welcome toPromote Yourself Monday. All Go Dog Go Cafe community members are invited to postonelink to one specific piece of their writing (600 words or less please!) they have published on their blog, Facebook page, or Instagram feed into the comments section below.
In a land far away from here
A bright sun shone across the sky
In a place where rivers run clear
I found rest ‘neath the branches high
Babbling brooke and streams that cry
Softly to me, and here I claim
My heart and soul that seem to fly
The sweet summer breeze calls my name
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Resting in the easy light place
My eyes close and I deeply breathe
Remembering the time and space
For life, loss and the river Lethe
Where I see the faded paths seethe
Into unknown patterns of shame
I see the floating flowered wreaths
The sweet summer breeze calls my name
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Begin again, reckoning heart
Do not believe the tired lies
That crumble under the green start
Of a bright new day, if the cries
Of the newborn end with sunrise
How can we say there’s one to blame
For even the red robin flies
The sweet summer breeze calls my name
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While asleep, while awake, I dream
As if my hope was to be tamed
I lift my eyes to the light beam
The sweet summer breeze calls my name
After a LONG while, I finally finished this ballade poem! This poetic form is very beautiful but a bit difficult for my free form poetic ways! I was very happy with how this form challenged me to count and rhyme. Thanks Donna for introducing me to the form! Be sure to check out the orignal post and see how other’s responded to the form! Photo by Sixteen Miles Out on Unsplash
“Quick around the bend!” Margy shouted. She held her breath. Somehow these races always got the best of her usually reserved character. Her friend Peggy screamed next to her, ”AROUND THE BEND YOU FOOL!!” Peggy’s hat and composure fell on the ground but she didn’t care. She grabbed Margy’s hand and started jumping.
“I can’t see! I can’t see Margy!” Peggy’s face was reddening under the sun and the excitement. Margy looked down and realized they were sitting on a bench. The perfect substitute for a stool.
“Let’s stand on this bench Peggy! Quick up and up before they finish!” She grabbed Peggy’s hand and lifted her onto the bench. A man behind them loudly complained about not being able to see the track any longer. Peggy didn’t even hear him. She was jumping and waving her hands.
“Margy! HE’S WINNING! MY BABY’S AHEAD!” Margy knew Peggy was referencing her favorite horse, not her biological child. Peggy was so wrapped up in the race, Margy just had to smile. Every year they went to the races together, bet on horses and had a wonderful time.
“MARGY! HE’S WON THE RACE! FIRST PLACE TO MY BABY!!!”
Margy laughed and said “He did it for you Peggy!”
This short story was inspired by the Secret Attic “Picture this” challenge! I had a lot of fun writing and responding to this one. I probably could have taken it a bit farther but as with most of my writing, I like to end it before it gets started… I would like to write more short fiction and hope to sit down this month and finally work on some vignettes for my children’s story!
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Also to those that regularly read my writing, you may have wondered where I ventured to since I have not posted recently. With the Easter holiday and other springtime fun, I took a break from writing. This month, I hope to get stuck into writing again. For when I write, I feel so much better. Writing has been a comforting self-care activity for so long now, I want to make sure that I keep at it. Thanks for your support!
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Welcome toPromote Yourself Monday. All Go Dog Go Cafe community members are invited to postonelink to one specific piece of their writing (600 words or less please!) they have published on their blog, Facebook page, or Instagram feed into the comments section below.
Throwback to March 2020 🙂
Darling my dreams of
the sea ocean spray
swiftly carried me
your words of adoration.
Almost accidentially
I heard the whispers of
winsome woes,
your love.
If indefinite impossibilites
shall keep caverns
between us,
then I shall patiently
practice pensive
meditation
until we meet.
This poem was wrtten on the last day of March 2020. I think it encapsulates my hope for the spring and everything happening in the world. Thanks for joining me to reminice about the early days of quaratine and what emotions we held. I hope you are well as your life has changed so much from last year. Let’s keep writing and exploring. Photo by Carlos Aguilar on Unsplash
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Here is a poem I wrote in response to the prompt “River Styx”. I look forward to seeing the theme for Issue II of Free Verse Revolution!
Written in response to our prompt ‘crossing the river Styx’. We will be sharing a piece by someone in our community each day this week in the lead up to our Issue II announcement next week.
Where are you going?
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Rippling waves
Lap against
The worn and
Creaking
Wooden skiff
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He does not
Answer my
Question
Extending a hand
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I know the exact amount
I know the payment required
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A tarnished silver coin
Cold
Pale eyes
He looks through my soul
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Where are you going?
Waves ripple
Swiftly melting moments
And I reflect
On the mirror
Of the universe
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Stationary
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Black dots to
Swim across the
Other worldly planes.
The shade of leaves,
Phantoms of a
Looking glass that has
Stilled the stream
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Solitude
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I found breath and
Double vision memories
That always
Tenderly uncover
My innermost desire
To inhabit
This quiet world.
I wrote this poem in response to the Rattle Ekphrastic Challenge. You can find the photo I was inspired by here. I have been trying to write in response to various ‘challenges’ that I find online! It has been such a good way to push myself creatively and think outside the box. Recently, I have found myself less inclined to write about my personal life but I still want to create and feel inspired. These exercises have been a pleasant way to continue writing but not have to dig so deep… I wonder if this is part of the artistic process. After writing about myself for so long, it feels refreshing to take a step back and take inspiration from elsewhere. In this poem, I use the word “I” and you might be thinking “Isn’t this poem about yourself??”. Although this poem uses a first person pronoun, I don’t see myself reflected in the poem rather the “I” represents the reader. You really have to take a look at the picture to understand. Photo by Pepe Reyes on Unsplash
I challenge you!
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 15 minutes, 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.
Prompt: “Raindrops of my heart”
My reflection
Among the lily pads
On the cool clear
Dawn
Settled into a simple
Charmed life
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My soul
Resting in the shadow
Of the trees
Embanked
On the crisp
River
Settled into a charmed
Simple life
Not much to say about this poem. Change and new adventures sit on my horizon and I long for a ‘simple charmed life’. But maybe I already have it?
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I am so excited to announce that I have been published in the Spring 2021 Issue of Flora Fiction! Please take a moment to check out this awesome issue and read work from amazing writers!
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I want to congratulate the Flora Fiction team on an incredible job! I love the “Revival” theme and how this issue feels so relevant in today’s world.
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Find my poem below on pg 21. Also please be sure to follow Flora Fiction, purchase a print copy and submit to be considered for publication!
Photo by Markus Spiske on Unsplash
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