Thursday, July 10, 2014

Prompt: Falling Stones

All my poetry is written in stone

You walk through
a field of wildflowers
and pick this stone
turning it
round and round
the sun’s warmth
against your fingers

You walk along
the high cliff
Sea birds wheeling below
Their cries lost in the wind
Carrying this stone
Loose in your pocket
Close but not touching

Missing warm touch
Smooth curves
The unexpected catch
Of rough edges
The comfort
Fitting together
So naturally

You toss this stone
Up and down
And up
And down
But not close
Up and down
And down
This stone slips
Through your fingers

Dogs in house:
Houdini, Brindle

John Legend, “All of You”

Time writing
15 minutes

July word count

1 comment:

  1. Writing report:
    Novel editing. Realised needed yet another insertion of new POV, and that timings did not work out. Ch13a is now Ch12a, and the new Ch15a is in progress. A bit more maths and logic than writing tonight.

    Time: ~45min