And He answered and said unto them, "I tell you that, if these should hold their peace, the stones would immediately cry out."
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Monday, January 4, 2010

Carry On Tuesday # 33

Your prompt for Tuesday January 5th

This week our prompt is taken from a quote attributed to the poet Ella Wheeler Wilcox.


We laugh, we weep, we hope, we fear

Use all or part of it within your poem or prose.

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Tomorrow will bless

I smoothed his dark hair
And he giggled when I touched his neck.
I kissed his smooth, soft cheek
and watched him snuggle into his pillow.

I shut his light off
with a click
and my heavy footsteps
creaked on our
hardwood floor.

I paused
as I shut off
the hall light.

He sat by himself today
Away from his classmates.

He is immature
and sweet,
clumsy, struggling,
and kind.
His road so alike and so different
from his brother.

I held him as a baby
And prayed.
A mother has so many dreams
for herself
for her child.

We laugh, we weep, we hope, we fear.
And we pray
that tomorrow will bless
our children.

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Tuesday, August 25, 2009

Carry on Tuesday # 15

Your prompt for Tuesday August 25th
Instead of an opening passage, the prompt this week is a line from verse two of Annabel Lee by Edgar Allan Poe.
Please feel free to change the first word to, for example, he, she or they.
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(We) loved with a love that was more than love
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Use all or part of it at the start or somewhere within your poem or prose.




Mothers Truth

a Haiku

Tiny hands touch soft

a love that was more than love

Slipping away soon





Monday, August 10, 2009

Carry on Tuesday # 13

Welcome to Carry on Tuesday
Your prompt for Tuesday August 11th.
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The prompt this week is the opening sentence from The Story of a Marriage by Andrew Sean Greer

We think we know
the ones we love.

Use all or part of it at the start or somewhere within your poem or prose.
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We think We Know
We think we know the ones we love
Like a book upon a shelf,
Until the day your child declares,
"I can do it by myself."


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Friday, August 7, 2009

Carry On Tuesday # 12

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Welcome to Carry On Tuesday
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Your prompt for Tuesday August 4th
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Our prompt this week is the opening sentence from The Open Door by Elizabeth Maguire
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The story is in the journey,
not the destination
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Use all or part of it at the start or somewhere within your poem or prose.
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Kersen's Journey

He finally was used to the smell. A yellow smoke poured out of the living mountain and clouded his view of the stone. Only for a moment. He bent over and heaved the long rock into his basket.


The wind blew the smoke long enough for him to see Doni just down the hill. Kersen took a long drag off his cigarette and lifted his pick. It felt small and light, but in his hands, it did the job of chipping away just the right size of rock. Maybe it was the tool. Maybe it was the man.

After an hour of more of the same, Kersen lifted the pole on his back. Both baskets were full. Doni looked like he was finishing up so he put the pole down. No reason to carry it a second longer than he had to. Three hours journey up the slippery stones to the nearest kitchen. Then a couple of rests on the way. A quick meal and back down to the yellow vents.

Then one more trip to the kitchen and to cash. Double what the factory workers make.

One day he would be free of the mountain and pursue his dream, if his wife was true to him. And frugal. A typewriter, a table and chair, paper and stories of the men on the mountain.

It is said that the story is in the journey, not in the destination. Kersen's journey begins up and down the living mountain, one painful step at a time.


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And for the record, this is a fictional man and worker but the job and the moutain are real in Indonesia.

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