Tag: ragtag daily prompt

• October 30, 2021

  Apparition

  

  RDP – Apparition I fell asleep In the arms of an apparition A breath of cold air Brushing my hair It’s a perfectly unscary Halloween tale of what happens when the silence grows
• October 2, 2021

  Wave / Figment

  

  RDP: WaveFOWC: Figment These waves are a figment of my imaginationOf our collective beliefProblems washed out to seaPulled away as we lounge on the shoreA collective fatigueRoasting on the boardwalkWe try to collect itPay copper coins to taste itThey clang into an endless bucketWhile our tongues shrivelThere’s no water hereNo salve for our burnsThese waves…
• September 7, 2021

  Fog

  

  RDP: Fog I wish I could breathe you in Let your smoke burn my lungs And exhale the fear hanging over this A heavy fog and matte rain Slow drips of diluted love That waters the flowers But not enough
• September 5, 2021

  Austere / Lollygag

  Welcome back to Stream of Consciousness Sundays, where I have a random word and write for whatever comes to mind for a certain amount of time (5-10 minutes). Today is 5 minutes (more or less) Word: Austere – FOWC & Lollygag – RDP Austere words line the hall Pictures in which we lay Slow smiles…
• January 24, 2021

  Appealing / Broken

  

  RDP: AppealingFOWC: Broken What makes a break appealing? The roughed edges and crumbling pieces? The promise of what could be? A gold plated realigning Designed and designated A relic, broken, now beautiful Useless, now worthy A crack in society Sealed to history
• January 14, 2021

  Sangfroid, Instead and Vampires

  

  RDP: SangfroidFOWC: Instead Offering a sort of sangfroid, the music was unlike anything the crowd had ever heard. Notes weaving from the stage slid their ways into the patrons brains. They swayed. They bounced. They flailed. They … except Marlon. A singular bastion of disgust in a sea of enthralled fish. Marlon watched the band…
• January 11, 2021

  Gnaw

  

  There’s something gnawing at the edge of my spirit Small but persistent, hidden Words once exchanged, hasty love Bought sight unseen Stored away in dark, cool places It becomes secret doors Scraped away in stone And hidden ruminations Based on smell alone Ragtag Daily Prompt: Gnaw
• November 16, 2020

  We Don’t Have To Stay

  

  Slowly this aberration emerged, a plume of thick smoke sneaking between the cracks in the wall. We were no longer welcome here. As if the stiff lipped fear ever meant we could stay.  A collective thought grew among us, slow and warming, passed in the offering plate from one to another and nurtured with each…
• May 25, 2020

  You Are Not Gossamer

  “My confidence is gossamer.” “Gossamer?” “Gossamer.” “That guy was pretty confident I guess.” “That guy?” “Yeah, the heart guy. The big monster one. Like an olden days Kool-Aid man.” “I don’t think … Gossamer is a word. It’s not a person or monster or whatever you’re talking about.” “No offense, I know my Bugs Bunny.…
• December 3, 2019

  Green Milk

  

  That over there is Henry. Henry is currently neck deep in a bowl of lucky charms. I’m not sure if he’s sleeping. I’m not sure he’s even alive. I’m not sure I care either way.  I sweep back and forth, not really cleaning so much as biding my time. Any minute now these little monsters…