Category Archives: January Writing

Friday Fantasy ~ The Ultimate Battle – #poetry #JanuaryWriting

11 Friday Jan 2019

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Prepared for the ultimate battle
She made her presence known
A tigress she, on mountain high
Wanted next, to rule the throne

Standing above the land below
She need only stare to frighten
They, who bowed down to her
Who deemed herself, a titan

Til they, who called her majesty
Found her secret, but didn’t tell
That there was nothing noble here
And soon, the warning, a final knell

Where once, no one could get close
They surrounded this deceitful knave
And the crown, placed, upon her head
Would soon be taken, to her grave

Betrayed, by the one they worshiped
They quickly slayed her, on the spot
She, who had prepared for this battle
Forgot the one, in which she was not

 

January Writing Prompt – Prepared for battle, she made her presence known – Day 11/31

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Still Waiting – #poeticprose – #JanuaryWriting

10 Thursday Jan 2019

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The boat was empty, not a soul in sight, he perched high on the branch, as sun set to night; watching and waiting, always calculated his timing, he was ready for his dinner, so he started his priming. When out of nowhere, came the rush of wings; nothing ever good, came out of these things. Sighing, he knew, he had heard it before; the eagle had found, his hidden place, once more. Now honing in on the fish he espied, the hawk simply sat there, watching, wide eyed; he knew better than to challenge this bird, trying to do so would be quite absurd. Instead he lamented, on what he should do next; there was still one more fish, but to get it, complex. So he waited again, til the eagle had gone; hoping this time, he had truly moved on. Again, there it was, that sound ever roaring; he was back for the other, that darn eagle, came soaring! Off went the second fish, into claws, twas transferred; all the hawk could do now, was go hungry, dumb bird…

 

The moral of the story: He who hesitates, often misses dinner.

 

January Writing Prompt – The boat was empty, except for one lone fish – Day 10/31

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Swept Away with the Wind – #poetry – #JanuaryWriting

09 Wednesday Jan 2019

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Not much greenery left behind
As heat takes charge, of the land
One tree stands out, from them all
She fancies herself rather grand

Always posing, in mysterious ways
She likes to show off her style
Though the gray, has started to show
What is left, still makes her smile

A gust of wind, on the open range
And her hair blows, out of control
Withered, she bends, to the breeze
As the days start to take their toll

Ever ageless, though aging fast
From the wind, she no longer recoils
Counting the moments, until, at last
She returns, once again, to the soil

 

January Writing Prompt – Swept away with the wind, her hair looked a mess – Day 9/31

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Unexplained – #poetry – #JanuaryWriting

08 Tuesday Jan 2019

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I found myself, alone, floating across the sea

In a tiny boat, I wondered what happened to me

The water, crystal clear, sparkled, like sunlit glass

Fish swam below me, schools of them, en masse

I couldn’t see anything, no matter where I looked

Suddenly, the calm receded, then the water shook

Up, from out of the ocean, a distant island appeared

At least I think it was, my eyesight, not quite clear

Palm trees swayed, in the breeze, atop a sandy shore

I shaded sun from my eyes, why couldn’t I see more?

Alas, I realized, this place, was all that had remained

Of Earth, of me and my boat, the rest is unexplained

 

January Writing Prompt – A distant shore was all that remained – Day 8/31

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Same Place Tomorrow – #poetry – #JanuaryWriting

07 Monday Jan 2019

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Every day she’d come, with a book, in her hand

Set a blanket down, on the soft, and warm sand

Open to yesterday’s page, aloud, she would read

Seems this was the only thing, she’d ever need

Softly at first, against the crashing of the waves

Then a little bit louder, her voice, she’d engrave

Into the rush of surf, as it teased, near her feet

The sound of the water, her words, so sweet

And continue, she did, until light became dark

Then flag the page, with his faded bookmark

Promising to return to him, the very next day

Same place in the sand, for he liked it that way

 

January Writing Prompt – She read aloud to the sound of crashing waves – Day 7/31

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