Tuesday Writing Prompt Challenge Sept 1, 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 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: into fall’s hands

36 thoughts on “Tuesday Writing Prompt Challenge Sept 1, 2020

  1. We were young and we were wild,
    Didn’t really care for slow or mild,
    Dove into love without a second thought,
    Fairy tale romance was what we sought,
    Our first kiss was pure bliss, like magic
    Slow and deep, then passionate and frantic,
    Better than Romeo and Juliet, we’d say,
    To make promises, we didn’t delay,
    We were like rainbows and springtime roses,
    We ran unbound like wild horses.

    Until we fell into fall’s hands,
    We no longer lived in a fairyland,
    Just like how pretty greens turn orange,
    Our chemistry took a drastic change.
    You were the one who fell first,
    You started catching the adulting rust,
    Stability, responsibility and what nonsense,
    I thought you had gone insane,
    But I fell into fall’s hands too,
    And we went back to the perfect two.

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  4. Here’s my response to this wonderful prompt:

    squander red rock
    alone the lady
    and darkness
    to the tides
    dislocate Apollo,
    to pares of bones
    wed to grief;
    I shatter like
    the blue moon
    into fall’s hands
    in the fingertips
    of flowers that were not mine
    & ghost planets
    and shivers
    reserved to the
    death of the apple,
    and baby’s dream.

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  11. Here’s my contribution..


    It’s leaves are spread like fingers,
    five fingers like a human hand
    tinged green and gold and red
    by the fall.
    It’s hands are open
    to the elements
    ready to fall now,
    ready to fall into fall’s hands,
    ready to crinkle and wrinkle
    on the ground
    where they fell,
    where the fall placed them
    to wait for winter
    when their decay
    will feed the earth.

    Lynn White

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  16. The smells, crisper
    The air, cooler
    The leaves, aging with grace
    My feet sink as I walk
    Suctioning into what was dry dirt
    I breathe through the chill
    Labor my feet through the mud
    Cough when the cold hits my lungs
    Fall takes me in its hands
    I respond with a hug
    Umbrellas of rust provide shelter from the rain
    The sky is a blanket of ashen grey
    I do not miss the sun
    The clouds comfort me enough
    And the rustle of leaves offer a song only fall can bestow

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