step up time tick tocks
the young are getting older
golden apple bit
Written in response to prompt:
step up time tick tocks
the young are getting older
golden apple bit
Written in response to prompt:
Homage to our elders, beautiful work. Thanks for sharing Johnny.
as a babe i was never the tender one in the infancy of the developing footsteps of the mind i was just a soldier trained and not raised for raising would mean a coup at some point i was rather just a little girl kid lost on the floor of Grand Central Market amongst the watch towers of produce foxholes of spices grenades of chow mein and old man coffee napalm Kurtz was at every corner and my bayonet still could never hook the salmon filets embalming in the smoky mist of downtown bus pollution of course not being an heir of Grant or Lee i fell back in the back of most everything but my duty was not to keep score but rather lead the budding anarchy of my Phoenixian heart
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:
Use the phrase “footsteps of the mind”in a poem.
Happy writing!
the thoughts i had of you
as the dark of the night nodded off
and the rays of the yellow dwarf
slid through softly open curtains
reminding me that there wasn’t any romance between us
but when your phantom fingers stroked my mind
the imagination of the woman you turned me to
thrusted me into an explosive fantasy

Welcome to Promote Yourself Monday. All Go Dog Go Cafe readers, guest writers, and baristas are invited to post one link to one specific post (600 words or less please!) from your blog into the comments section below.
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running out of seasons
the hill is a mile away
the Brave is tired
as he looks over the plain
the hunger in the sky
falls like fire
on inaudible prophesies