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 📝
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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Reblogged this on Midwest Fantasy Writes and commented:
Come join in my challenge for today. I love to see what you all can come up with. Mine is posted here already.
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Here is my take on gray, wind, echoes: https://padresramblings.wordpress.com/2018/11/06/the-castle
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Remember me in the stillness of the dawn
Remember my kiss in the humid air
Remember my sweet whispers in the chirping of the birds.
Remember me in this sweet November.
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Oh I love this. Sweet love here.
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Remember me in the stillness of the dawn
Remember my kiss in the humid air
Remember my sweet whispers in the chirping of the birds.
Remember me in this sweet November.
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Aww, its a happy memory. Ah love is beautiful. LOL!
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Thanks so much
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You’re welcome ☺️
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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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Please note WriteLee is currently trying to use various prompts to advance a story he has begun working on.
My post responding to “gray, wind, and echoes” refers to two early posts on writelee.com:
“What Goat Knows Nobody Knows” at https://writelee.com/2018/10/27/1281/ and “Goat goes to Sadie Hawkins Dance” at https://writelee.com/2018/11/03/goat-does-not-go-to-the-sadie-hawkins-dance/ provide context for this post.
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Thank you for contributing today. I was looking for poetry, but hey, that’s ok!
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Thanks for the inspiration. here is my take on the prompt.
https://wordpress.com/post/musingsofasouleclectic.wordpress.com/401
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a cold November
but warmed by family and friends
memories repeat
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I like this. I’m trying to work on shortening my poems. LOL!
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Thanks Eugenia!
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THE STORM https://rhscribbles.wordpress.com/2018/11/06/tuesday-writing-prompt-challenge-november-6-2018/
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can I delete this? I’m thinking I should have not put a link but the text. I’m very new to challenges.
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Either way is fine with us Ruth.
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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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Nice – I like the “ringing in my ears”
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You can hear and feel that storm. Thanks for playing!
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Muchas gracias. ?Como puedo iniciar sesion?
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Thank you for the inspiration – I’m new to poetry and enjoy the challenge – here is my entry 💙
https://www.djranch.org/2018/11/06/see-you-soon/
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Precious words for a soon precious arrival! Awesome Donna.
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Thank you 💙💙💙
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this will be a cherished baby. Beautiful poetry. Good luck with the birth.
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Yes indeed cherished and thank you!
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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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Worth reading more than once. Thanks for the contribution.
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Greetings to all at the Go Dog Go Cafe, I have written a poem in response to your challenge. 🙂
https://talesfromthemindofkristian.wordpress.com/2018/11/07/tuesday-writing-prompt-challenge-the-last-holiday/
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I dread
living again
hazy shades of a death
blow back forgotten memories
graveyards
Reena Saxena (c)2018
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Wow powerful words Reena. Great job.
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Thank you so much!
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silver clouds hang low
resounding between buildings
autumnal’s temper
©Hélène Vaillant- willowpoetry
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I like this! Thank you for writing.
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Thank you so much. I enjoyed the prompt.
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Here’s my link …
https://poetryforhealing.com/2018/11/07/eviction/
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this is a very good writing prompt Beth! I have truly enjoyed the amazing responses from the writer’s. Well done!
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Hi Gina,
I wasn’t able to post anything here. Was your comment instant or did it have to be approved?
Thanks, Christine
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I just cut and pasted my poem! I tried three times today and nothing would come up. It’s there now 🙂
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sometimes the site is slow to update. yes I can see it now ❤
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Thank you!
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I can read your comment Christine.
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It wouldn’t take the link earlier but I just got it to show! Thanks. Sorry to bother you 🙂💕
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no worries. its fixed now ❤❤🌺🌺
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Thanks Gina. I truly enjoy doing this and reading the fantastic writers.
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Eviction
My world once full of color
Is now monochrome
There is a chill in the air
Where sunshine once lived
In the place we called home
Your voice lingering still
In the empty rooms
Memories from the past
Evicted so cruelly
Now living in tombs
Christine Bolton – Poetry for Healing ©
https://poetryforhealing.com/2018/11/07/eviction/
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Christine this is so deep from the heart and broke my heart. Excellent
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Thank you so much 🙂 I’m happy it touched you but I don’t want to break your heart 😢
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here is my take on the prompt,
the silvery clouds
go for a walk
falling
over one another
the anemic leaves rustled
and whispered
to
the wayward breeze
“I will follow you everywhere!”
while others ran
to find shelter
my ears reflected
a symphony of love
https://syncwithdeep.wordpress.com/2018/11/08/symphony-of-love/
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This is awesome! Such a clever take on the prompt
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Thank u so much. Glad u liked
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Really good poem. I love the imagery. I love the last part; “the wayward breeze “I will follow you everywhere!” While others ran to find shelter my ears reflected a symphony of love” the wind blew love to the right recipient. Perfectly written. 🙂
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So very kind. Thank you
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Thank u so much for reading
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You’re welcome 🙂
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I was thinking about Veteran’s Day and “gray” and “wind” reminded me of battlefields. “Echoes” made me think of prayers and communication between soldiers and their families. This is what it produced.
Letters from Home
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Incredible.
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Muffled sounds apon the breeze,
Cold air cuts deep,
You taste like winter,
Wraped in spring,
Mountains reflect,
The voice of your passion.
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Muchas gracias. ?Como puedo iniciar sesion?
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