A setting sun
makes faces glow
it reflects
on the passing day
sparkles sand
makes sea shine
lingers on the surface
of earth
makes it golden or pink
before it disappears
leaves colors
temporarily
dangling on clouds
brilliant
in its display
worthy of audience
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dVerse prompt to write a quadrille using the word glow
Photo on the beach Pine Cliffs in the Algarve, Portugal
I have heard a cow grunt before giving birth. Sometime for days, I have heard a cow bellow when their calf is taken away. Many times I have heard the moo when the feed truck comes but never did I imagine that I would hear a cow scream. It happened last summer when fierce rains gathered and swelled the dry gulch with fast, moving water, getting deeper and deeper. I could hear it sounding from over the ridge. “A cow is screaming across the arroyo,” I said to myself.
I drove to the ridge top and there was the tragedy unfolding; the cow bring swept away by the new-formed current, its footing gone and moving downstream on its flank side, no hoofs on the ground. No matter how much effort was observed, it could not right itself. I watched until I couldn’t see it.
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dVerse prompt flash fiction using the quote by James Harrison
I want to write like Dali painted
disjointed
everything capable
of fluidity whether a horse
or time
or an elephant and rhino on stilts
elongate the llllllls
create more holes in the OOOOOOs
put a whole world inside just one
put a landscape on the table
a seascape in knees
find paragraphs
that grow trees
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dVerse prompt on surrealism
It is late and I am going to bed. There is a scratching sound then it stops. Could it be a bug or a mouse trying to get out of this basket? I shake the basket. No sound. The sound comes again. I look around and there it is. A gecko is half in and half out of my writing book. It has clawed its way out of the pages of paper. Bright green with little eyes, tail and hind legs still in the book. I carry the book outside and free it like a poem into the night air.
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
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.
« 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
