Here are a few poems and poets that inspire me
Under Milk Wood
Please feel free to add any links for poets. Comments are always welcome.
A Fall leaf
Of what he use to be.
Arms flared to the side,
A sudden Stop.
A bush, a tree, a blade of grass,
Nothing is too big,
Nothing is too small.
A gentle breeze.
He’s floating on air.
To settle on the thin skin of a puddle.
A foot vibrates the floor,
Well hello….It’s 100 word Friday and I’m back. That nasty super storm knocked my lights out for 9 days then a Nor’ Easter dropped six inches of snow on the ground, snapping the already weak tree limbs and blowing up transformers. After all that… this week prompt is snow and ice….Yeah! I can’t seem to get away from bad weather. Well thanks Rochelle Wisoff-Fields for keeping the bus going…Snow, rain, sleet…you’re better than the post office. How about a nice beach prompt next week? Enjoy!
Friday Fictioneers can be found here
I am not a big fan of the title “Friday Fictioneer” it makes me sound like a Muppet or some character from Fraggle Rock….But I do love writing the 100 word stories and the people who created it! I also love their tolerance for my abrasive attitude and sarcasm.
|Facts of the 1938 Hurricane (Francis, 1998)|