brief moment
captured in stillness of time
and memories smile
© JG Farmer 2013
- Has shone in the water for ages - Late August on the Lido by John Hollander
- simmering like wasps - The Old Flame by Robert Lowell
- but the anarchists now occupy - The Barcelona Inside Me by Robin Becker
Write, using the prompt word: brave.
The Squealer by Al Forbes |
Glamping by MaryAD Art |
Circumspection by Delia Lendecski |
Word: kulturkampf
Pronunciation: (kool-TOOR-kahmpf)
Meaning: noun: A cultural conflict, especially one religious in nature.
Phrases:
- decorating life
- light of the party
- we know you are a spy
Word bank: ambivalent; stockpile; attorney; bout; phone.
Write how you want, the critic shall show the world you could have written better – Oliver Goldsmith
There will come a time when you believe everything is finished. That will be the beginning – Louis L’Amour
The day of the sun is like the day of a king. It is a promenade in the morning, a sitting on the throne at noon, a pageant in the evening – Wallace Stevens
- and after Anthony left I got a whiskey - [I'm not with my] by Joshua Beckman
- Outside, the wind's incomplete unrest - Talking in Bed by Philip Larkin
- a clockface, an eye, but it's the ring of water - Oldest Map of the World by Kelle Groom
What did you see as a child that affected you for the rest of your life?
Ball Boy by Chris Jones
https://www.artfinder.com/artist/chris-jones/
Testosterone Molecule |
Photograph: Coming and Going from National Archives of Norway
Word: Kaffeeklatsch
Pronunciation: (KAH-fee-klach)
Meaning: noun: An informal social gathering for coffee and conversation
Phrases:
- unseen power
- no hard edges
- blessings from miracles
Word bank: wearing; timely; crest; decade; process.
Demons of thought
the dark talons that push me
towards the edge of insanity
twisted tensions of torment
claiming existence denying life
as I walk alone in the dark.
Blinded eyes cannot see
the shards of hope that shimmer in sunlight
while the spirit lies dying
like the spent skeletons of leaves in winter
there is no shelter from the northern winds
as they take me
to walk alone in the dark.
Eternal sleep beckons
and I seek it
as resistance floats like silken fabric
that gently swirls to the ground
caressing my feet
as I walk alone in the dark.
As imperceptibly as Grief
The Summer lapsed away –
Too imperceptible at last,
To seem like Perfidy –
A Quietness distilled
As Twilight long begun
Or Nature spending with herself
Sequestered Afternoon –
The Dusk drew earlier in –
The Morning foreign shone –
A courteous, yet harrowing Grace,
As Guest, that would be gone –
And thus, without a Wing
Or service of a Keel
Our Summer made her light escape
Into the beautiful.
When kindness has left people, even for a few moments, we become afraid of them as if their reason had left them – Willa Cather
A first sign of the beginning of understanding is the wish to die – Franz Kafka
Chastity is a monkish and evangelical superstition, a greater foe to natural temperance even than unintellectual sensuality – Percy Bysshe Shelley