Tuesday Writing Prompt Challenge November 6, 2018

Tuesday Writing Prompt

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:

Here are 3 words to spark your imagination for a piece of poetry.  BUT, you CANNOT USE these 3 words in the poem.  What images, feelings, emotions do they conjure up for you?  Good luck!

gray, wind, echoes

Looking forward, as always, to reading your work!!! Happy writing 📝

69 thoughts on “Tuesday Writing Prompt Challenge November 6, 2018

  1. Fall fog
    blanketed my mind
    leaves rustled memories
    I thought long secreted away
    in a heart shaped treasure chest
    where only you and I
    held keys
    your voice resounded
    from every corner
    of the dark
    a sound sweet and pure
    with the melody
    I still love you
    kissed from your lips
    to mine

    ©MidwestFantasy/Beth Amanda

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  4. Sometimes I wish I never opened that parcel that mom gave me for Halloween.

    So, I was glad to see the way it was on Sunday. It was gray and cold all day. The wind was cold. It shook the trailer and scratched the branch of the dead cottonwood back and forth across the window. There was a little snow slanting across the road between us and Dowd Waskewitz’s trailer. Then at night when I opened the door, it was still with the stars speckled in the sky. My breath was a cloud. I could hear someone chopping wood clear over by the school. It came clear and sharp without echoes.

    I opened the door because I thought about putting on the goat and going out. It was like something was calling me to put it on. So I was both glad and not glad that it was too cold. Even with how warm the goat was, I’m not a person who likes walking around in the cold. So it was a good thing it was a gray, windy day that turned colder at night.

    Last night I said I wasn’t going to put it on again, not even next Halloween. It was a Halloween costume. I shouldn’t have worn it last night to the Sadie Hawkins bonfire. After what happened last night I told myself I shouldn’t have worn it, and I wasn’t going to any more. When I hung it up in the closet, I told it I wasn’t going to any more. Last night I was going to put it away. So on Sunday, I was glad it was too cold.
    But all night, watching TV with mom, I kept thinking about the goat. And I didn’t get much sleep with the goat hanging in the closet and me thinking about it and about last night after the bonfire. I was happy I did not put it on. But I thought about it a lot and about last night and about O.D.s Pontiac doing the back seat Rock and Roll while I let air out of his tire.

    When I went to sleep, I dreamed about being the goat. I dreamed about leaving goat footed prints in the snow. I saw a girl walking in the snow and went to help her, but when I left her she was just a shadow under the trees. I dreamed of looking into a pond of water and seeing the goat, and it wasn’t me any more at all.

    I woke up in the morning sweating.

    Also posted on https://writelee.com/2018/11/06/a-day-too-cold-for-goat/.

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  7. THE STORM

    The whooshing brushed my cheeks
    As I stepped out of the door
    I looked up and
    The sky was a light charcoal color
    The sound of the rushing air
    Bounced off the mountains
    Bending the trees to the ground
    Whirling my hair about my head
    As I tried to cover my ears from
    The shrieking and banging
    That seemed to leave a
    Never ending ringing in my ears

    @Ruth

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  8. The thought of you, still makes my eyes sting.

    “Get out!” among other things,

    I can still hear it sing.

    She left me covered in soot, outline by the scorch marks on the floor.

    I couldn’t fathom why you just watched me burn.

    When I reached for your protection, you settled into fear.

    But He descended to drape me in His light.

    ©Beutiflee

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