Leonard fly with me
beyond the gray skies above
with our torn blue coats
your voice coursing through my heart
let’s soar beyond the wire
What do you See? March 19/2019
Tuesday Writing Prompt Challenge: March 19, 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 challengesthat 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 yourown blogs and/or Facebook.
Today’s prompt: Write anything with the topic of flying
old soul
before
sunrise on the tidy bed
the bones fall tired
and heavy like wet wool
the prayers on the lips
of the child somehow morphed
into typed babble via stained
finger tips of the woman hand
then there’s the moon
descends with grace
and feet touch the floor
of another tomorrow
Promote Yourself Monday March 18, 2019
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.
If you post a link, be sure to read some of the other great writing people have linked to.
fortune teller
the sticks under my bare feet are wet
with dew from the shore below i’ve
walked and have spoken silence
to my mind and cannot
reconcile or come
to an accord
sing to me
gently
soul
time
the beauty of it all
lies in her infinity
born into a simple and unlimited existence
the diamonds in her eyes are as gods to me
so small a creature am i.
she offers the bounty of allness
and the sacredness of truth
but my arms are only capable of meager embrace
flanked on all sides by my humble humanity.
Civil War
time travels fast when i need her more
and she, the infinite sadist
moves slow when i need the pain to go
the shapes of the universe linger
slightly to the west affording neither light
-nor shade-
the children offspring bastards
of antiquity cradled in a grave
and clouds of hated Gods are formed
to see
who can wave
their cloth the highest
phi
fire
powder
soot blind
in city smog
machines west bound fast pace
in a slow sacrificial lane to an edge
where do my brothers stand and do my sisters still weep for
what?
i an old child raised on Hollywood schemes TV land and reruns
nursed on bitter milk of a fork tongued script
raised by bumper sticker testament as the spirit and the law
mingles between tithes and taxes Lord and Caesar bedfellows
of the host parking meter temples DMV vaticans bus bench
prayer ritual before dawn
re-issue of pedigree from the DSMV bible while marked on the
tender restless soul with the selective serotonin reuptake
inhibitor sigil
where do my sisters run and do my brothers still see what
for?
runway to the sunset where the wind rests
wings are made of gold
thoughts fly away
flicking grace
silent
ratios
in the pink i cant remember
fingers tinker on the boards
found objects on the floors
colors colors on your doors
in the pink i cant remember
chambers darker than one soul
running running out a door
pick me up and throw me down
the problem is my answer
prayers broken words of thoughts
the spider web whispers crawl
away i am so wounded
i create resistance by
demanding my compliance
in the pink i cant remember
all of my innocence
in the pink i cant remember
the shapes the songs the air
floating through in
Cadillacs
Yellow submarines and
Superman
in the pink i cant remember
voices ghosts and anamnesis
amongst the dying trees
of winters past
in the pink i cant remember
words less spoken 