Weekly Writing Prompt #52

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(5) Words: | OPEN | STRANGE | TASTE | FRESH | TENDER |

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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)
6 lines–no rhymes–multiple stanzas[own choice]–follow meter
Nonet (9 – 8 – 7 – 6 – 5 – 4 – 3 – 2 – 1) progression downward
Cinquain (2 – 4 – 6 – 8 – 2) five-line poem-any theme
’28’ Form (4 x 7) or (7 x 4) lines & syllables
Free Verse – No Limitations
All Use Syllable Count Except Free Verse
[Anything goes in Free Verse]
See [POETRY PAGE] for further 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
***Room for one scene
***Main conflict 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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  7. BRUISED, BEMUSED AND DISABUSED

    Everything around me looks so very strange
    My poor heart has been through the blender
    Seems the only thing safe to trust is change

    Bells and vows and rings to exchange
    They’re playing our song: “Love Me Tender”
    Everything around me looks so very strange

    How sweet the fresh taste of each interchange
    An angel filling life with her beauty and splendour
    Seems the only thing safe to trust is change

    Drifted off, faded away, withdrew out of range
    Whatever I did would just offend her
    Everything around me looks so very strange

    Now I’m a box gathering dust at the post exchange
    And the Presley song is “Return To Sender”
    Seems the only thing safe to trust is change

    A vast open chasm, a mountain range
    She’s gouged out then piled up to defend her
    Everything around me looks so very strange
    Seems the only thing safe to trust is change

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