birds from the Graphics Fairy
I grasp at warm air
unable to hold it
gray bird wings
This was written for a #haikuchallenge prompt on Twitter. It is easier to post every day of the week when I don’t try to add a story or thought to my posts. Leave me a comment and tell me if you like blogs that add stories to their poems, or if you like it when just the poem is posted. All of the statistics say that our posts should be over 500 words long and have at least 1 image if not 3. As a reader, what are your thoughts?
Friday Fictioneers is a group of bloggers who write 100-word stories after being inspired by a photo prompt posted by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. It is not a closed group; you can join in! Click on Rochelle’s name and you’ll find the details there.
We are allowed to use the photo (taken by another FriFic writer) in our post and encouraged to leave each other comments. I write my story before I read any of the other writers’ creations. This week’s short story is 99-words long.
PHOTO PROMPT © Kelvin M. Knight
It wasn’t quite a heart. It was warped. And so was their love.
Suzanne stepped away from the counter. She needed no more signs; no more pleading calls from her sister, no more tight smiles from her boss, no more sighs from her friend Janice. Suzanne didn’t mean to do it quietly but she did. She left dinner undone, put on her jean jacket, picked up her brown leather purse and stepped out the back door. The door didn’t squeak as it usually did. It was as if even the house knew it was time for her to leave.
Hey everyone, I managed to get inspired last night and I wrote some new poetry. You can check out my short poems on Twitter by going through the widget. This is the first time that I’ve been able to sit down and write a 100-word story for Friday Fictioneers in a while. Let me know what you think! I was not feeling well this weekend (or today) but somehow felt like writing.
PHOTO PROMPT © Danny Bowman
As the mishmash of beings deplaned, they complained about being relocated to a desert planet. Ashley squinted and said nothing. She thought she saw flowering cacti in front of her. She cupped her long green fingers over her black eyes to see better. A blue female bemoaned her luck, “Just because I can tolerate the heat doesn’t mean I like it!”
Ashley started walking toward the plateau. The top of it would make a fine home. She was called Ashley because by the time she had been born her planet was nothing but ash. But from the ashes, she would rise.
Friday Fictioneers is a group of bloggers who write 100-word stories after being inspired by a photo posted by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. We are allowed to use the photo in our post and encouraged to leave each other comments. I write my story before I read any of the other writers’ creations, although I do often read Rochelle’s post before I write mine since it is right under the photo of the week. This week’s story is 102-words long.
PHOTO PROMPT © Sarah Potter
Malorie watched the snow fall in despair. If she ran away tonight it would be easy to follow her. She would leave her duffel bag hidden and try again in a few days.
Her plan was to live at the homeless shelter on 40th street until she finished school. Snooty Gloria would never dare to step foot inside that place. Dumb Todd told her he would search all of the buses if she ever ran away, so Malorie decided not to leave the city, but to hide in plain sight. Her aunt and uncle could have the money, but not her.
people act like animals
but pretend they’re better
Yesterday’s prompt was “human nature.” How do you think I did?
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we wish on dying stars
and tell the children they will bring us luck
the rabbit shakes his head
Today’s prompt was “falling.” I didn’t want to use the word in my poem, so I wrote this. It is too long to be a proper haiku, but do remember what the name of this blog is…
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the night dark and cold
but she rises anyway
full moon shines brightly
Today’s prompt was “moon”. I have written so many moon haiku, but tried to give it one more shot for today’s challenge. This poem is about perseverance.
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the fog clears
suddenly all can be seen
it dawns on me
Today’s prompt was “it” we had to talk about something without naming it.
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Friday Fictioneers is a group of bloggers who write 100-word stories after being inspired by a photo prompt posted by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. We are allowed to use the photo (taken by another writer) in our post and encouraged to leave each other comments. I write my story before I read any of the other writers’ creations. This week’s story is 100-words exactly.
Photo Prompt by Ted Strutz
Return to the Sea
Grandma might be crazy, but if she wanted to sit with her feet in the water, she would. She had been inconsolable since Grandpa Eric died. Her red hair had turned white.
Alayna supported her Grandma until they got to the chair. Alayna thought she would sit in the ocean for a few minutes and then they would go back. But instead, Grandma sat there until the tide came in.
Alayna urged, “Grandma, it’s getting deep. Let’s head back.”
“Yes. I’m heading back.”
Grandma Ariel’s legs became a tail. Then she rolled out of the chair, and she swam off.
half the day gone
half of my back is sore
the ant crawls on
Today’s prompt is “half” I tried to not use the word, but my sore back is making it hard to think. I think I pulled a muscle.
Haiku is usually not written in three sentence fragments, or one complete sentence. There is usually one fragment and a phrase in the other two lines. The fragment is separated by a kireji, or a cutting word. The word should be so strong that the reader takes a mental pause as they are reading your haiku. Some people call this point in the haiku “the twist” as this is where the two pieces of the poem come together. Boring and unspecific haiku is called gendai.
Haiku does not use metaphor, personification, simile, or many other poetic devices found in other forms of poetry. The poem is about the essence of a moment, and the moment should be so poignant that it does not need personification. Do not write a haiku that is only about how the rose in your garden is pretty. This is referred to as “garden haiku” because it is bland and boring, and there are far too many of them out there. Your haiku should contain something specific about the moment that you are writing about.
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how the lioness
holds her cub in her mouth
a mother’s embrace
for the butterfly and moth
holding son’s candy
Today’s prompt was “hand” and I wasn’t happy with my first poem which is the one about holding my son’s candy. So I tried to think about how you use your hands in different ways. I somehow got to thinking about how moms judge each other and they forget that each kid is different and what would be terrible for your kid, my kid might actually enjoy. Did that come through at all? How am I doing so far this year?
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when diversity makes
Today’s prompt was the letter “A” and this is all I could come up with. What do you think?
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