Three Word Prompt INTERWRIT1 Jessie Tang: Time, memory, sand
I write my memories in the *sand* By the seashore where I’m spending my last days The stories live forever in my mind Until the waves wash me away *Memory*…
I write my memories in the *sand* By the seashore where I’m spending my last days The stories live forever in my mind Until the waves wash me away *Memory*…
My daughter, three, dances for me, to a *secret, graceful melody.* And she hums so sweetly, And moves her feet, To a secret, graceful melody. Oh, what tune can…
I hear the *roof*; It’s beckoning. Its siren song sounds often. I could resist it yesteryear; I see my willpow’r soften. For Blake, the *stars* for order…
And that was the time when my nanna died, too. How he healed me, got me ready to face the world again, while breathing life into a bush of flowers—there was no…
The next month was May, a fine sunny time, and Thad seemed to forget about most everything else, to look at him. I’d walk past Thyme street and always see him…
He wasn’t such a sharp fellow, but at least he had heart. He made friends for life, and when they needed him, he put his back into it, so to speak. That was…
You, sir, are oblivion’s *heir*. I don’t know you, but what do I care! You have hopped from my brain Like a *hare* in the rain, Dropping out of my head, like…
*“Recorder Lessons”* You stare up, rapt in wonder, at the clear *cerulean* sky, Forgetting that I’m waiting for your crystalline reply You’re wide-eyed…
I’m *obsolete* and aged, but I say! I rather *fancy* spending time with you. You make me feel much younger though I’m grey And wrinkled. Oh, I wish that it…
My *father* told me, many years ago, About a friend he’d had when he was young, And all the silly songs that they had sung Whenever one of them was feeling…
It is a *viable* solution To a tricky, prickly chore: E.g., to spark revolution In the masses. What is more, In this fashion, we’re sidesteppin’ Two great…
The *frog* he croucheth on the pad And shouts with anxious call, “The deep! The deep! “The *glinting* deep! “It beckons to us all!” From *lotus* throne the…
Dear *Father*, *sir*, *Please* wallop me I’ve misbehaved quite gravely. It’s punishment That I deserve And I shall face it bravely. I took a pint Of fuchsia…
This life’s got *”emnity”* on the label. You put the coins onto the table You stand up, a bit unstable You haven’t answered. Am I able To let you leave without…
Hank knelt and examined the *burnt* remains of his partner. It had been a horrific ordeal she’d gone through, but it was over now. The wind blew across the…