touch only if you want
to feel life everlasting
my lips keep secrets
divine life circuits
through my very soul fabric
i am womanhood
forever wisdom
standing at the head of all
silent in love strong
Mariamne
Tuesday Writing Prompt Challenge April 23, 2019
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:
Tell us about a time you had a “heartbeat moment.”
Happy writing!
Aurelio
with a gardenia
in your laborer’s hand
you placed the flower
upon her feet
from way behind in the
cool church i went to
think about my
troubles with DMV
a broken AC
a splintered hair
you bowed your head
to reach into a
thread bare breast pocket
and in between your
crackled thumb and
arthritic finger
emerged a picture
of your bye-gone
grand daughter
the miracle of faith
leapt in my heart
I Write Her Weekly Haiku/Senryu Challenge #16
Welcome back to my weekly challenge. It’s time to get your creative juices on again!
So tell me, how would you interpret this image above?
Rules
PLEASE follow them! I’d hate to not see your piece(s) represented in the recap the following week! Confused? Any questions – email me at sushibocks@gmail.com
- Create a standard three line, 5/7/5 syllable count haiku/senryu
- Deadline for each submission will be on the Saturday of this week
- Up to 3 pieces permitted
- Link your piece to this “IWH Haiku/Senryu Challenge#” on your post
- Always give photo credit if there is one
- Complete entry form below
Above all else, have fun and be creative with this! 🙂
SUBMIT ENTRY HERE
Please take some time to check out all the submissions I received last week.
Wow! Thank you to all who participated! 🙂
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Twiglet #123
A twiglet is a short phrase. Or a word. Its aim is to “prompt” a flow. A thought. A memory. If something comes to mind, write. A polished piece isn’t the goal; creativity is. Leave a link, if you’d like your work read, but comments should not be expected. Twiglets are posted on Tuesdays.
sometime in an August
Asa who laid in the Panhandle with me you strung out on love i on wild chemistry from around the Tenderloin Asa who lent me his Walkman for Mona Lisas and Mad Hatters as i stared into the night sky higher than our hangout on Coit Tower Asa who was ecstatic when we shared stories about the boys we kissed at the Trocadero on Wednesday nights as i cried when you told me your fate Asa you with your toothy smile biting my cherry Danish as you took off the shirt from your back to cover all of my track marks when the workers came to take you away to your mother’s place in silence and all i could do for you Asa was stand as the ambulance pulled away
Promote Yourself Monday April 22, 2019
Welcome toPromote Yourself Monday. All Go Dog Go Cafe readers, guest writers, and baristas are invited to postonelink to one specific post (600 words or less please!) from yourblog into the comments section below.
If you post a link, be sure to read some of the other great writing people have linked to.
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a las 3:37 a.m.
a noche soñé contigo
sentí me rostro en tu
pecho muy masculino
y tu corazón latía
como un tango
cuando abrí mis ojos
desangraban lagrimas
de pena abandonada
me toque a si misma
buscando el ardor
del placer que una vez
me brindabas
cerré mis ojos y la
tristeza me tomo
de mi mano y fui
en sueños a los
infiernos del rechazo
às 3:37 a.m.
eu sonhei com você à noite
eu senti meu rosto na sua
peito muito masculino
e seu coração estava batendo
como um tango
quando abri meus olhos
eles estavam sangrando lágrimas
de tristeza abandonada
eu me toco
procurando o ardor
do prazer que uma vez
você me ofereceu
eu fechei meus olhos e
tristeza eu levo
da minha mão e eu fui
em sonhos para o
infernos de rejeição
at 3:37 a.m.
i dreamed about you last night
i felt my face on your
very masculine chest
and your heart was beating
like a tango
when i opened my eyes
they were bleeding tears
of abandoned grief
i touched myself
looking for the ardor
of the pleasure that you
once offered me
i closed my eyes and the
sadness took me
by my hand and i went
in dreams to the
infernos of rejection
tufts
trees blink allowing the weepy sun to pock the ground round the valley the hares brown and gray with little tan lizards checking out the wheels stuck in the mud walking around and away from my folks i find the skeletons of creatures grown old waiting in peace not knowing how curious i am to touch the tufts of fur left on their bleached bones the air sleeps and doesn’t caress my hair but i don’t mind being more wild than it for a change
sing
hey
Mr. Walt
how are you
i’m at Whole Foods
nature and wholesomeness now vacuumed packed
i daydreamed of you while my cell phone crashed
i can’t feel me
tortured girl
i miss
you
grass
you wrote
about it
my feet have turf
pictures of log cabins stored in a box
at the natural museum deemed worthless
Walt my spirit
aches for time
with you
sing
words less spoken 