Waiting for a Plane in Kumasi

the plane is late

it has not arrived yet from Accra

people are waiting with patience

first 30 minutes

then an hour

we think the plane is cancelled

people begin to rumble

what if the plane doesn’t come

what will we do

the bus ride is long and it is night

we are tired and tired of waiting

the plane lands finally

and we are off to Accra

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dVerse prompt on waiting – a photo of Accra

Waiting for a Plane in Kumasi

Meeting a Writer at Lake Bosumtwi

When you return will you bring me a writing book?

the English was heavily accented

the face was young and inquiring

English I say

When you return will you bring me a writing book?

I heard the word clearer now and know of a request for book

any book I ask

a writing book

Are you a writer I am a writer

Then I remember that I have a small moleskin book in my bag

I bring out the book and present it to him

I hope he becomes a writer

I see him in the distance walking home with his book

We wave goodbye as I leave Lake Bosumtwi.

Meeting a Writer at Lake Bosumtwi

No Words

« Darkness came, full of moths and beetles.  I was oppressed by the velvety emptiness of the word and swathes of soft grass.  Then the fumes of the night put me to sleep. ».  Laurie Lee

 

in the dark no words

moths and beetles take to air

I sleep night’s fragrance

 

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dVerse prompt to change Laurie Lee’s prose to poetry.  Thanks for some great prose to work with. #4

No Words

Imperfection

« White elder blossom and dog roses hug in the hedges, blank as unwritten paper, and the hot empty road reflected Sunday’s waste and indifference.  High sulky summer sucked me towards it. »  Laurie Lee


dogwood blossoms near

line road to imperfection

I walk in that heat
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dVerse prompt to take prose writing of Laurie Lee and make it a poem.

Four choices and I want to do all four in haiku.

Imperfection

When Far Away

A haloed sun and an eagle flying over, just two signs she thought, as the parked car beeped with the opening of the lock. She didn’t get in but stood there looking at the sky, the signs she was sure were a prophetic vision of what God was doing in her life. I’m going for greater heights, bigger skies, with a sun more radiant she thought, as she slipped into the driver’s seat. There is nothing ordinary about me. I am extraordinary. I will do extraordinary things.
When far away an interrupted cry of the eagle. The car alarm sounded like a freight train crossing into her imaginations and realities. What the hell?  She fumbles with the keys and finds the red alarm button. New silence. In the distance the sound of the eagle.
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dVerse prompt to write prosery and must use “when far away an interrupted cry”

When Far Away