Tuesday Writing Prompt Challenge: Tuesday, June 18, 2019

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: Use broken children in a piece of writing

18 thoughts on “Tuesday Writing Prompt Challenge: Tuesday, June 18, 2019

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  3. I wrote this piece just yesterday inspired by a child of my own with some broken pieces. I modified to incorporate the challenge.
    [Original link here – https://lookinginyourwindow.com/2019/06/19/no-warning/%5D Challenge post below… Thank you

    emptiness arrives instantly
    caught without warning
    a smile disappears into the blank space
    broad strokes cannot cover the page
    far from simple

    an ocean does not feel the ripple
    as you spill
    the twisted reach of sorrow has caught you
    here alone with everyone
    someday it’s all gonna be beautiful

    wear the mask to tell the truth
    its easier that way
    on the post rests the head
    seeking medicine for the desolate soul
    time it shall be that heals the broken children

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  6. Hi everyone – hope I’m not too late – it’s Friday here in NZ. This poem called Strangers Come was inspired by the last time I saw my Mother and how I remember my Father.

    She had never sat with me
    head in hands like that
    before a tear formed in the corner
    of the eye, convinced
    it was her time to die.

    Hands played wrong note
    after out of tune confession
    in the grand old room where we would spend
    most of the Christmas holidays
    all of us
    stuffed with every indulgence
    and a need for a long walk in the snow
    with the old man striding ahead
    as if he would out live us all.

    Little did we know that seasons come and go
    and she’ll make it through another winter
    to teach us that Spring gives us all hope

    Would be good to be little again
    with nothing to get wrong
    to say sorry for
    and even if we did
    no one would hear us
    until the new year
    when the strangers came
    stinking of whisky
    laughing at anything,
    nothing.

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