It started, oddly enough, about 8 miles outside of Bobcaygeon on highway 36 towards Big Island. It was a weird place to start an invasion. Most people think it’s because it’s out of the way and they were looking for a place to happen. I have other thoughts. Though nobody cares what I think, at least they didn’t back then.
I was listening to my music at work, some song about being scared by fireworks while on blow, at the High Dough Bakery & Coffee shop. There’s something to be said about being 38 years old trying to sell the next great Canadian novel and working at some small snack shop off the highway. Girls don’t exactly line up for it, but it’s a good life if you don’t weaken.
Then the invasion happened. New Orleans is sinking and the Starpainters are taking over now.
This is for a dVerse prompt: Write a piece of prose, up to or exactly 144 words, including the given line. The line: “The Starpainters are taking over now” from Starpainters by Gordon Downie
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This feeling of joy trapped inside like a xenolith within my dread. I listen with half an ear to the ramblings of strangers I sometimes call friends. Yet within, this joy, small, near insignificant, grows.
Your smile, my joy, Ignites a small flame Love?
This is for a dVerse prompt: Write a poem of exactly 44 words in response to the prompt. Your poem must contain the word xenolith. I hope you enjoy! 😊
Image by Gerd Altmann from Pixabay; Heart added by me
Does she love me? Let me count the ways One banana, two bananas, THREE Bananas Hahaha! A Bert and Ernie kinda love, But if they were g a y R a i n d r o p s Keep falling from my head But that doesn’t mean my eyes will soon be turning Laaaaady in Red
I don’t think she loves me That makes me sad I don’t think she loves me/ Does that make me bad Bad kitty off the table! I don’t think those lyrics are right Mmmm I bet she has a bad kitty Purrrfect symphony Humming sweetly from her lips BAd dog goes Woof woOF I’m a bad dog She won’t give me a bone HOLD ON The PHONE
IT was Her SHE SAID SHE LOVES ME :^)
This is for a dVerse prompt: Write a descort poem incorporating the elements as described above [below]. The writing challenge is to write a descort.
You might experiment with:
*varying line lengths *changing rhythms or meters *inconsistent rhyme schemes *different stanza shapes *shifts in voice or perspective *fragments alongside complete sentences *the use of another language or dialect *unusual visual arrangements on the page
You don’t need to use all of these techniques, but keep in the mind the key principle: Let the discord mean something.
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Within this stone lay my imagination Upon this blank page I will spill my blood Chisel and hammer I hold The pen no longer my fingers splayed I look within to find the heart; my own and the stone’s This block of writers’ my hesitation
I type in furious frenzy The first edge goes, the stone takes shape Aha! Aho! Ahee! The words they flow Chink! Crack! Crash! Layer by layer they fall Rough draft in my hand Chisel in my hand, the shape forms in me
Polished stone watered and wet Edit and cut, thinning the verbose Let it dry, then polish again Let the words sit, marinate in their stew Sanded, polished, and poised - statuesque regality One last check, then send it out; the story done and set
This is for a dVerse prompt: Using the above poems as examples, I want you to write a poem featuring, if not centering, on rock or stone. I chose to use stone as medium to create mirrored by using writing to create. I hope you enjoy! 😊
Love on a thin string Encircles the heart like spring For all four seasons
“Do you have a loonie?”
“Sure, let me check my purse,” said Thelma.
“Here you go. Why do you need a loonie?”
“For the gumball machine there. They’ve got little toys inside,” said Scott.
Thelma rolled her eyes. “You are such a child.”
“But that’s why you love me,” he grinned at her and ran to the capsule machine.
He put in the dollar and turned the handle. Lifting up the door, the small plastic round container dropped into his hand.
“So what did you get?” asked Thelma.
“I don’t know,” said Scott, shaking the container.
“Let me see.”
He opened the ball and two chain linked pewter rings fell into his palm.
“A couple of rings. Kind of small though.”
“I think one will fit on your hand.”
“Are you making fun of my little fingers? They are very nimble I’ll have you know.”
“Oh I know,” she said and smirked.
“You sure do,” he said and wiggled his two fingers in a come here motion.
Thelma laughed.
“You’re awful.”
“That’s not what you said last night.”
“Shut up. C’mon let’s take these things to the car and go home.”
Home is for the heart A nest of squirrels in a tree Warm in the winter
The drone of the television filled the quiet of the living room, a quiet buzz of mindlessness. Scott sat on the couch not watching, in his hands the two rings from earlier in the afternoon.
“You like those rings don’t you?” asked Thelma.
She walked from the kitchen to sit next to him on the couch.
“Are you happy I moved in?” asked Scott.
“Yes,” answered Thelma. She tilted her head to the side.
“Why?”
“Do you think this could work long term? You and I? Together, like this?”
“What are you getting at?” asked Thelma, looking at him directly.
“I think so. I’m happy here. With you. I’m wondering … I want to know if you think so,” said Scott.
“Yes, I do. You never know but yes. I’m happy here, together, with you.”
Scott got down on one knee, holding the two pewter rings in the palms of his hands.
“Would you marry me, Thelma Ronalds?”
Thelma cupped her hands over her mouth.
“Are you serious?”
“Well not official, marry me, marry me. When the time is right I want to do it properly with real rings and a real engagement ring. But I want to start. I want to marry you. I plan on marrying you.”
Thelma took one of the rings out of his hand and put it on her finger.
“It fits,” she said with a smile that spread over her face.
Scott took the other ring. It didn’t fit on his ring finger but did on his pinkie.
“Mine fits as well,” he said with a smile that matched hers.
And two become one What God has put together A bond unbroken
“And with this ring …” said Scott.
He looked at Thelma, his bride, standing beside him in a white gown, lace veil over her head. On a thin gold chain hung a simple pewter ring. On her finger, he had just placed a solid gold ring. On his hand she had placed a matching gold band. It offset the simple pewter chain ring on his pinkie.
“By the power invested in me I now pronounce you man and wife,” said the minister.
They both smiled at each other and took each other’s hand. You’re a year late reverend was written in both their eyes. They laughed joyfully and walked down the aisle. Man and wife.
This is for a dVerse prompt: For this week’s haibun challenge, I’d like you to reflect on a wedding. I hope you enjoy! 😊
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Older and wiser Slower in touch Not to tease just not to rush To enjoy the softness of your skin The hills and valleys The more time to spend Kissing down your neck And over mountains to valley deep Swirl around the peak Up and down again To slip my fingers in the delta Of warm wet delights To circle and glide Bring forth moans of delight I travel down the road of curves Slow and steady My destination in my hands Let me know if you’re ready.
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Don’t protest my love Let me love you true and real Let not the word no, trip from your lips To fall on my pleas Remonstrations against me Like darts thrown against my heart Pierce and prick, bleed my feelings Don’t protest, say yes
This is for a dVerse prompt: Write a poem of exactly 44 words including the word protest. Hope you enjoy!
Don’t protest my love Let me love you true and real Let not the word no, trip from your lips To fall on my pleas Remonstrations and arguments against me Like arrows and darts thrown against my heart Pierce and prick bleeding out my feelings upon the floor Don’t protest but say yes And in my arms you’ll find your desires
You can’t stay silent against the tyranny of injustice Let not your tongue cleave to the roof of your mouth Let your feet march in solidarity with the down trodden Stand tall and let your protest ring out 'Til the very foundations upon which their deceit stands Shakes and trembles to fall in the dust pile of history
Hamlet Madam, how like you this play? Queen The lady doth protest too much, methinks.
I have a dream that one day this nation will rise up and live out the true
meaning of its creed: “We hold these truths to be self-evident, that all men
are created equal.”
Hamlet O, but she’ll keep her word.
I have a dream that one day on the red hills of Georgia, the sons of former
slaves and the sons of former slave owners will be able to sit down together
at the table of brotherhood. King Have you heard the argument? Is there no offense in ’t?
I have a dream that one day even the state of Mississippi, a state sweltering
with the heat of injustice, sweltering with the heat of oppression, will be
transformed into an oasis of freedom and justice. Hamlet No, no, they do but jest, poison in jest. No offense i’ th’ world.
I have a dream that my four little children will one day live in a nation where
they will not be judged by the color of their skin but by the content of their
character. King What do you call the play?
I have a dream today! Hamlet “The Mousetrap.” Marry, how? Tropically. This play is the image of a murder done in Vienna. Gonzago is the duke’s name, his wife Baptista. You shall see anon. ’Tis a knavish piece of work, but what of that? Your Majesty and we that have free souls, it touches us not. Let the galled jade wince; our withers are unwrung.
Sources:HamletAct 3Scene 2Line 253 / Martin Luther King Jr. “I have a dream” speach
This was in response to a dVerse prompt to use the word protest in a poem. The end is a scene from “Hamlet” by Shakespeare with part of Martin Luther King Jr’s :”I have a dream” speech. I wasn’t sure about using it so I hope it works. Hope you enjoy! 😊
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