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The daily writing prompt asks what skill I’d like to have in my back pocket.
Well, years ago I saw a truck driver back a semi into a parking space between two other semis, straight as a ruler and with about a foot to spare on both sides. Now that’s clever. Continue reading
A poem in twenty questions for NaPoWriMo.
Do you pen like William Shakespeare?
Famous tragedies like King Lear?
Or is Hemingway everything under your sun? Continue reading
Today’s poem for NaPoWriMo
Years ago, when B was nine, I wrote this silly poem, framed it and hung it in his room. It didn’t work, but I had fun writing it anyway.
Who art almighty,
Whom I know by Name.
Please keep me clean,
Please, please, please, please,
On my floor as I am on my ceiling.
Put away daily all your books.
And I’ll forgive you your clothes
As long as you put them where clothes belong.
And bury me not in toy animals,
But deliver me from clutter.
For thine is the neatness,
And the power,
And the glory,
For ever and ever.
Today’s writing challenge is Fifty. Exactly fifty words.
Here are mine.
My mother required a hedge. Hawthorne. All around the large field, for an English look. My father, heart patient, dug, scraped and worked the rocks and clay to plant the shrubs. It killed him, but my mother had her English hedge. A year later she liked another house and moved.
My oh my, what a prompt! My attempt may be seen below.
“May I have this dance, my dear, dear M?”
“Miss B, of course, how magnanimous of you, my word, my goodness, you most certainly may!”
“Minuet or Mashed Potato?”