Weekly Writing Prompt #39

Weekly Writing Prompt #39
Week 30th May 2016

DOOR Template Instructions=====================

(5) Words: | PAINT | CLEAR | DARE | COVER | DANCE |

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Poetry Suggestions
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Haiku (5 – 7 – 5)
Tanka (5 – 7 – 5 – 7 – 7)
Shadorma (3 – 5 – 3 – 3 – 7 – 5)
six lines – no rhymes – multiple stanzas [your choice] – just follow meter
Nonet (9 – 8 – 7 – 6 – 5 – 4 – 3 – 2 – 1) progression downward of syllables
Cinquain (2 – 4 – 6 – 8 – 2) five-line poem on any theme
’28’ Form (4 x 7) or (7 x 4) lines & syllables or lines
Free Verse – No limitations/no syllable count [keep in flash fiction length]
See [POETRY PAGE] for instructions
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Fictional Suggestions
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Flash Fiction (500 – 300 words)
Any Genre: Mystery – Sci-Fi – Fantasy – Horror – Literary
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SUGGESTIONS FOR FLASH FICTION
***One main character
***One scene
***Main conflict of scene in first sentence
***Room for a single plot
***Room for a single, simple theme
***SHOW anything related to the main conflict
***TELL the backstory; don’t “show” it
***Save the twist until the end
***Eliminate all but essential words

Use your best judgement
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Remembrance: Marcel Proust #47

Remembrance: Marcel Proust

Moments from
“Remembrance of Things Past”

Marcel-Proust

“These dreams reminded me that,
since I wished someday
to become a writer,
it was high time
to decide what sort of books
I was going to write.
But as soon as I asked myself the question,
and tried to discover some subject
to which I could impart
a philosophical significance
of infinite value,
my mind would stop
like a clock,
my consciousness
would be faced with a blank,
I would feel either
that I was wholly devoid of talent
or perhaps that some malady
of the brain was hindering
its development.”
― Marcel Proust

Marcel_Proust_(Père_Lachaise) side by side hotel - grave

David Gilmour – Coming Back to Life


David Gilmour – Coming Back to Life [in Royal Albert Hall]

Where were you when I was burned and broken
While the days slipped by from my window watching
Where were you when I was hurt and helpless
Because the things you say and the things you do surround me
While you were hanging yourself on someone else’s words
Dying to believe in what you heard
I was staring straight into the shining sun
Lost in thought and lost in time
While the seeds of lifeand the seeds of change were planted
Outside the rain fell dark and slow
While I pondered on this dangerous but irresistible pastime
I took a heavenly ride through our silence
I knew the moment had arrived
For killing the past and coming back to life
I took a heavenly ride through our silence
I knew the waiting had begun
And headed straight..into the shining sun

For wanderers, dreamers, and lovers

For wanderers, dreamers, and lovers

hailey-lane-the-wanderer at the sea at night

the wanderer by hailey lane

“I am one of the searchers. There are, I believe, millions of us. We are not unhappy, but neither are we really content. We continue to explore life, hoping to uncover its ultimate secret. We continue to explore ourselves, hoping to understand. We like to walk along the beach, we are drawn by the ocean, taken by its power, its unceasing motion, its mystery and unspeakable beauty. We like forests and mountains, deserts and hidden rivers, and the lonely cities as well. Our sadness is as much a part of our lives as is our laughter. To share our sadness with one we love is perhaps as great a joy as we can know. Unless it be to share our laughter.

We searchers are ambitious only for life itself, for everything beautiful it can provide. Most of all we love and want to be loved. We want to live in a relationship that will not impede our wandering, not prevent our search, nor lock us in prison walls; that will take us for what little we have to give. We do not want to have to prove ourselves to another or compete for love.

For wanderers, dreamers, and lovers, for lonely men and women who dare to ask from life everything good and beautiful. It is for those who are too gentle to live among wolves.”

— James Kavanaugh
[There Are Men Too Gentle to Live Among Wolves]