Today’s Poetry Prompt is: Let’s write a tired poem, it could be about how tired you are, observations of tiredness, hopes of being retired, re-tiring the car, or any other tired or wordage therein.
You can always check out Robert Lee Brewer’s Poetic Asides or NaPoWriMo, maybe even combine them with mine. Mix it up, ya know 😉
Please do share if you use the prompt!
Happy Writing!
As so many of us are staying home these days, let’s try a busy poem. This could be about all the things to keep a person busy or maybe unbusy. It could be about doing a lot or nothing at all or somewhere in between. As always, it’s your poem and you can create whatever this means to you. Let’s get busy! Please do post in comments. I want to read your words.
If you would like to check out what some others are doing for National Poetry Month you could check out Robert Lee Brewer’s Poetic Asides prompt or you might want to check out NaPoWriMo where each day is interesting, as well. Lots to keep busy with.
The Non-Essential Salesman Gets Sold
It was not long before Horace started exhibiting marked changes in his personality, mostly exhibiting sadness, just about two weeks into being closed in his house.
His wife, Charlotte, was at her wit’s end trying to keep her mind as Horace followed her around all day long.
It was all because Horace identified as a salesman in a non-essential business, and he was lost as to what to do with his time.
Never having hobbies outside of his bowling league on Sunday nights, no way to do that with all the restrictions, he would pace the floor and consume mass quantities of any foods within his reach.
Charlotte was quick not to mention how he should have had a hobby or that he might want to read a book or watch TV, neither of which he could settle down to do, she didn’t want to hurt his feelings, he was a good man.
Then it happened that on the news there were stray dogs featured who needed good homes and Horace’s eyes lit up and he realized that he could provide a home for a doggy and called the number on the screen; Charlotte smiled to herself as she had set it up that he would see the program and she felt like she may have won the sales award for 2020.
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There you have it! This is this weeks response to the Six Sentence Story Prompt of “Identity” Want to join in? You can click here: Girlie on the Edge
The Spirit of Music Plays On
As I look at the tan shaded keys of the piano
Crackled dingey and peeling
Melodies are now memories
Of the time when elegance was about tea and piano time
When we all dressed proper and sang deep from the soul
Just as when we faced the hurricanes
We gathered at the farm
Secured the property
Gathered by the waiting piano
Until the master touched the keys
And all worries of wind and rain
Were belted out to calm the storms
And we survived
Our dear piano survived
Always leaving us with peace
Each day was another day of hope
Ballads and nursery tunes alike
Grew the spirit
Another moment to survive
Another moment to love
And as we faced the pandemic
The old soul piano was still there with us
Some have passed on
But the music remained
It comforted us as we once again gathered
And realized that all the riches of the world
Could not do more than the riches of knowing
We had each other
We still had music
We still had soul
Looking at the old piano
Abandoned by time and loss
I leave a yellow rose of joy
For time has leant more than anything else
And I am grateful for the song
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