Tuesday Writing Prompt Challenge: Tuesday, July 28, 2020

/ Devereaux Frazier

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 15 minutes 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 a piece of prose or poetry around the words cursive, touch, and forget

Happy Writing

36 thoughts on “Tuesday Writing Prompt Challenge: Tuesday, July 28, 2020”

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  14. love from LA WLS shares

    orphan

    i often forget his smile the glint of his eyes pulling an old dog eared letter i touch his cursive delicate but unintelligible there are no particular ideas in the tight ringlets of pale black ink his mind was full of scorpions she never returned to him they both mad with ego and one uppance i progeny alone i with a heart full of wasps

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  16. Here’s my take…

    Blowing In The Wind

    It was a windy day
    in a windy city
    a long time ago,
    about fifty years, I think,
    I forget exactly when.
    A sudden flurry made me the vortex
    and I was surrounded by sheets of paper
    caught up and blown from a doorway.

    When it had settled,
    I collected a few.
    They were letters
    applying for jobs
    dated about fifty years ago,
    I forget exactly when.
    All were hand written
    in the most beautiful cursive scripts.
    I could visualise the care with which
    nibs had been dipped in ink,
    the concentration in the touch of pen to paper.
    These were the stuff of unknown dreams.

    The names are long forgotten now
    but I wonder what became of them,
    those ghosts of a past
    who touched my life
    in a flurry of wind
    and were then blown away.

    Lynn White

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