Tuesday Writing Prompt Challenge: Tuesday, April 22, 2020

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: Write something that ends with the phrase “she tasted like memory”

Happy Writing!

23 thoughts on “Tuesday Writing Prompt Challenge: Tuesday, April 22, 2020

  1. I drift
    Drift in purpose, direction,
    Resolve in question.
    Telling myself on repeat
    I’ve no need, no want
    Of soft skin against mine.
    To feel a another’s heart beat
    Against my chest.
    Though I remember,
    Though I can still imagine,
    When I close my eyes
    What it is
    To close my hand round the soft hand of another,
    To fall asleep embracing—entwined, entangled,
    To wake and smell sleep warmed skin,
    To touch and take and give and kiss
    Before coffee should touch my lips.
    Such hunger is not a thing I allow myself to taste,
    The risk too rich, too great to let it touch upon the tongue.
    I am not young enough for a taste of what
    Should bring me to my knees—
    Of what I imagine
    That she’d taste like memory.

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  9. Postcard in the mail today
    Who sends postcards these days?
    Sat by the window to look at it
    Picture on the front was old
    Black and white and a hundred shades of gray
    Two young faces looking at each other
    One the long ago me
    The other – her
    The her that raised me up
    The her that held me there
    That walked with me through every dream
    Through every mountain trail, every valley meadow
    Through torrents of rain and bright sunshine
    Her – that her – my other
    The message on the back, simple
    “Love like no other love I’ve ever known,
    Your one and only ever other”
    She waits for me now in another meadow
    I remember, I remember
    She shined like stardust
    She sounded like angels
    She felt warm and strong in my embrace
    She tasted like memory

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