It’s the night before an important event: a big exam, a major presentation, your wedding. How do you calm your nerves in preparation for the big day?
A War of Nerves (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
The night before,
There’s very little to actually do.
Except show up and do the deed.
For if you’re not ready right now,
You won’t be ready tomorrow.
None can be done extempore.
“Follow your inner moonlight; don’t hide the madness.” — Allen Ginsberg
Do you follow Ginsberg’s advice — in your writing and/or in your everyday life?
If I were a wolf
Or a werewolf,
I’d howl at the moon,
the stars and the planets.
“And when it’s midnight,
I’d lurk in the dark,
For I’m the beast about to strike.”
A thriller for a triller.
A German woodcut of werewolf from 1722. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
You’ve come into possession of one vial of truth serum. Who would you give it to (with the person’s consent, of course) — and what questions would you ask?
A truth serum have I,
That you might choose to take or not.
(I need your consent.)
But then you’d have to trust,
That what you confess would not be repeated
Or would you rather
Sign a disclaimer,
That what’s said under the influence,
is practically inadmissible
In court or elsewhere.
The questions I would ask then
Are neither here nor there.
Our free-write is back by popular demand: today, write about anything — but you must write for exactly ten minutes, no more, no less.
The charm of ten minutes,
Can last a lifetime.
English: Male monarch butterfly (Danaus plexippus), recently emerged and getting ready to take its first flight, in Auckland, New Zealand. It flew away about 5 minutes after this photo was taken. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
Can these words
Stand the test of time?
Not unless they’re writ in stone.
You’re about to enter a room full of strangers, where you will have exactly four minutes to tell a story that would convey who you really are. What’s your story?
I have but a few minutes,
In which to state my case.
Wow! Flash (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
How shall I start?
How about—“Hi! Good morning!
I’m Linus Fernandes,
and I really want this job.”
How would you get along with your sibling(s), parent(s), or any other person you’ve known for a long time — if you only
Forever Delayed (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
met them for the first time today?(Thanks for the prompt suggestion, LisaListed!)
I meet men daily,
Men from my past, men in the present,
Men and women,
Who claim they’re me,
And it worries me,
Because I’m asked, nay begged, to be kind
To all their me.
How am I to tell them,
That then there’ll be no room for the me of now.
I’d rather show them the door, gently,
Unless they can make it worth my while,
To humor their ‘lie’.
(I tell you all this honestly).
PS: Thanks to Tom Balistreri for inspiring this post.
We’ve all heard that beauty is in the eye of the beholder. Do you agree? is all beauty contingent on a subjective point of view?
(Thanks for suggesting a similar prompt, Christian Thomas Golden.)
“Beauty is in the eye of the beholder,”
She told him with a glint in her eye.
But he was having none of it.
“Yes, I’ve heard that a million times before.
But what am I supposed to do with just a lousy picture?”
“Everybody gets so much information all day long that they lose their common sense.” — Gertrude Stein
Do you agree?
The World Wide Web (WWW)
is a wonderful thing.
It allows me to check, re-check and
my thoughts, my innermost reflections.
But it’s not the best,
To seek out things in depth,
For you’ve got to question,
What’s put out in a matter of seconds.
Is this why common sense is uncommon?
But then why just blame the net?
Quickly list five things you’d like to change in your life. Now, write a post about a day in your life once all five have been crossed off your to-do list.
The list’s all done.
Into that angel you were always searching for.
But then I’ve left a portrait
In my attic
That’s all me, all gray!
A misused word, a misremembered song lyric, a cream pie that just happened to be there: tell us about a time you (or someone else) said or did something unintentionally funny.
It was meant to be a joke,
It was not meant to harm,
(I’ll not tell you what or why)
Or even drag on,
But the hurts hurtled on,
On and on,
With the pace of a juggernaut.
We grew weary, we grew teary
Yet, we laughed through our wails.
We dared not show our pain.
We laughed because we dared not cry.