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Restriction of function
creates dysfunction in production, the possible becomes the impossible until I let frustration settle and allow creativity to meddle, open to new perspectives like those of top detectives, instead of a scene frozen in a frame, words return to reclaim their game, I can't raise my camera for a story, but I have a thousand words, don't worry, the photograph won't be blurry
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In life, don't be afraid to lean in and lean on, to embrace and to be embraced, for we are not alone, we are not one without love, we are on a journey together, sharing love.  I went to my favorite doctor today, you know, the dentist. The staff is quite friendly, all smiles. The dentist then greets me with a needle and a, "Good morning!" As the treatment progressed and my entire face numbed, I thought I was quite special when he paused and said, "Excuse me for a moment, I need to get a diamond. Of course, that spoils the surprise. And honestly, being a taken man, I wouldn't accept his proposal. Being crowned is quite enough and what I was expecting. But, I had no choice in the matter. Before I knew it, the diamond was in my mouth. Wait! What? Diamond and gold? "We need to smooth things out before we can place the temporary crown," says the dentist.
I guess my royalty is in question. I get a trial run to see if I'm worthy of a permanent crown? His assistant then leaves me with these parting instructions, "Nothing sticky, chewy, or crunchy." They must be optimistic. They want me to look good when I get my permanent crown. Though, I didn't know there'd be such pomp and circumstance. I hope my insurance provider is covering the cost of such celebration. I wonder if it's proper to invite guests. A few times in my blog I have discussed writing prompts. You can search Google for writing prompts. You can open a Twitter account and participate in daily prompts from various authors in a variety of genres. The great thing about prompts is that they get the muse going. You can adapt them to your writing style. I use them primarily to practice writing concise lines. Since I enjoy writing poetry and flash fiction, being concise becomes extremely important when I want to enter writing contests with limited line submission guidelines or limited words. WRITER TIP: Keep a log of writing prompts and your prompt writing. This journal can be a useful reference if writer's block strikes. Today, I practiced with the prompt for #MuseMon which was the word save. Here are a few samples. I saved the moment I fell in love with you, like an instant Polaroid picture, slowly coming into frame, pinned to my heart. #MuseMon She needed saving, but her salvation was locked away in a broken heart, filled with hatred and confusion. She was a lost soul. #MuseMon I'm saving my final words for you. The words will reflect my life, a life I couldn't have lived without you. #musemon
The pressure mounts
as my breath draws short, a heavy weight on my chest, and a ringing in my ears as darkness overtakes light, my vision fades, I panic. What’s happening? My fingers tingle unable to grip, unable to hold. My skin beads, a sweaty brow, clammy hands, and a drenched shirt. The room is warped, contracting as I freeze, unable to get to my feet. I begin to fear that I’m dying, buried alive, helpless. She sits alone, at a distance,
legs crossed on a wooden bench, hands at rest on her lap, alone, quiet and observant, her surroundings familiar, faces of strangers seen each day, walking to and fro without a word, without a glance or a nod, feeling invisible in a busy park, ignored by eyes staring at phones, hoping for a glance, a smile, a person to share a seat, to discuss weather blooming flowers, the scent of Spring in the air. She knows me as a stranger, sitting in the distance, wearing a business suit, staring at strangers, eyes hidden behind dark glasses, avoiding contact, sitting center on a bench, saving a spot for her with a folded newspaper, arms stretched wide across the bench back, an open invitation to join, to discuss the weather, to see her smile, to hear her voice. Tomorrow’s another day, another date, with a stranger at a distance. Clear the mind in three minutes thinking about the day, tomorrow, this week or the year ahead. Think about the past and reflect on mistakes in three minutes, but also consider happy times. In just three minutes, the mind can wander or focus on the dark space of silence. Three minutes of thinking can create four lines of writing, more or less, based on the distractions encountered.
I don’t care what he said.
Oh great! You don’t care! That’s not what I said, That’s what she heard. She liked what he said, Not what I said. She knows what I said is truth, What he said is a lie. Her defenses are up. He said a lie, he said he’d never. She knows I said the truth. She knows I’ve never lied. He said I don’t love her, He said I’m not always there, He said that I don’t care, He said it to make her anxious, He said things to scare her, He said things to manipulate her, He said things to control her, He said he loves her, He said a lie. To overcome
What weighs you down, Reach inside and Spend time alone, To acquaint with The only person Able to bring happiness To your life's journey. You are the gatekeeper, Unlocking positivity And joyous relations Within, and beyond A hinged barrier At mind and in heart. Turn the key, Opportunities await. |
Robert StanhopeWriter and photographer. Archives
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