Weekly Picture Prompt

  • mossgirl19
    1 year ago

    Hi All,

    To spark up our muse I am starting a weekly picture prompt thread. This is also very famous in other poetry sites.

    Every week (Wednesday) a member will be posting a picture here which will be the prompt for our poem. I will be starting this, but we will take turns so everybody gets a chance to challenge us with his/her own picture of choice.

    For this week this will be our prompt:

    https://i.pinimg.com/736x/2f/e1/68/2fe168fccc359e46092de9c1b30d6231--minimalist-photography-clock.jpg

    Feel free to write your piece in whatever form you want. I encourage everyone to join in and be creative as possible.

    This is not a contest but other members are encouraged to give comments or feedbacks on your pieces.

    I would like to pass the ball for next week's prompt to Michael. Michael, you can then choose who will be in charge after you.

    Happy writing!

  • ddavidd replied to mossgirl19
    1 year ago, updated 10 months ago

    Such a great idea Liz.

  • Brenda
    1 year ago

    What a cool idea Lady Mel!

  • Michael
    1 year ago

    Hey Miss Mel :)
    this is a great idea, so here is my funny little poem:

    As time goes by.

    Dear telephone,

    I feel so lonely upon this wall
    Always waiting to receive your call
    I feel so lost and stuck in time
    Could you at least drop me a line

    Dear clock,

    I once gave you a ring to seal our love
    you wouldn’t come down from up above
    I waited twice for your hand in mine
    but again you gave me a second decline.

    Dear telephone,

    I knew you were waiting down below
    all dressed up in a shiny black glow
    I just couldn’t face the commitment then
    I knew I had to be nearer-a quarter to ten

    Dear clock,

    I am staring to age and not in my youth
    unlike the young ones that stand in a booth
    I too, like you feel quite on my own
    sitting here with a monotonous tone

    Dear telephone,

    Well let us be happy and tick-a-long
    and forget who is right or which one is wrong
    lets just make each other happy and smile
    and put some loving back on our dial.

  • Mark
    1 year ago

    Fantastic Michael! Love the rhyme!

  • Poet on the Piano
    1 year ago, updated 1 year ago

    Thank you for starting this up!

    Here is a very rough piece. I usually NEVER rhyme so this was a bit of a challenge for me but I wanted to do something different. I don't have the skills of effortless rhyme like Michael :)

    -

    She is supposed to call me at ten til noon,
    it's been one lonely week since our honeymoon.
    Memories keep me seated like a steadfast prayer,
    I can still taste the salt of oceans in her hair.

    I hear knock after knock on my wooden door,
    but none of them are who I've been waiting for.
    I shout and scream at them to stop pounding,
    they echo back the news that death is sounding.

    My vision begins to bleed black and white,
    how can I mourn when you promised me tonight?
    Strangers tell me I need to begin to grieve,
    how can they be so heartless, cold and naive?

    You were a dream I could never indulge in,
    Now I am lost, not recognizing my own skin.
    You told me to wait so I patiently stayed here,
    but my heart should never have been your frontier.

  • Michael replied to Poet on the Piano
    1 year ago

    Hey Poet on the Piano

    this is great write, really enjoyed reading :)
    Much love
    Michael :)x

  • mossgirl19 replied to Michael
    1 year ago

    Wow! I love the idea of conversation between clock and telephone. I love the humor, although there is much more to this piece than the fun way it is delivered. Love how you establish the connection between the two. Lovely rhyming and flow too, Michael.

  • mossgirl19 replied to Poet on the Piano
    1 year ago

    Awww, Mary Anne! This is heart breaking! I love your take on the picture, waiting for a lover who will never return. Amazing piece.

    Thank you for channeling your inner rhymes, as you challenged yourself to write a rhymed piece although as you said you usually do not write in this way.

  • ddavidd
    1 year ago, updated 10 months ago

    Clock is the suspended bridge
    across the deep abyss
    of two telephone calls.

  • mossgirl19
    1 year ago, updated 1 year ago

    My own take on this picture:

    Clockwise

    The clock obliviously moves clockwise
    while the telephone torments me
    to dial-

    whispering to my ears,
    "move me clockwise, too"
    "move me clockwise, too"

    My fingers shake as they
    resist temptation,
    I sweat heavily.

    My heart tells me
    "go clockwise"
    but reason tells me
    I need to change direction.

    "I need to change direction."
    "I need to change direction."
    I mumbled heavily as I mercilessly
    cut the telephone cord into pieces.

  • ddavidd
    1 year ago, updated 10 months ago

    Edited

    his clock alike
    a rowboat on the sea
    with the uneven oars* of its hands
    swivelling forever
    teeming the time,

    ceaselessly seeking and beseeching
    a lost symmetrical poise
    upon
    the banality of its radius
    in the orbit
    of a straight line.

    ~~

    *) Needless to mention: when the oars are uneven, the boat do not move forwrd, it just circles.

  • mossgirl19 replied to ddavidd
    1 year ago

    Wow...such a deep and splendid write, Frank! Thank you for replying to the prompt!

  • Em
    1 year ago

    Only clocks hold fate

    Looking upto Mr clock
    I breathe out a sigh -

    "I'll remember to ring her today"
    I say through gritted teeth

    but tomorrow for her didn't come
    and as the police knocked on my door
    with news of her fate

    realization set in that I'd missed my chance

  • mossgirl19 replied to Em
    1 year ago

    Heart-breaking and yet a spot on write, Duchess. I love the title very much!

  • Everlasting
    1 year ago

    Title: The Waiting Call

    My friend,
    that’s all that is

    a clock on a wall
    ticking you off

    ( tick tock tick tock )

    like poking you under the ribs.

    But breathe...

    let that clock continue ticking...
    until that phone on the table rings.

    That’s all you need

    One ring...
    to wrestle the ticks
    and leave

    Thanks for the prompt

  • mossgirl19 replied to Everlasting
    1 year ago

    Wow thank you for joining in Luce. Love this piece you can imagine yourself waiting for that call while the clock tick tocks loudly in your head. I love the clever ending too!

  • Larry Chamberlin
    1 year ago

    Time and the phone

    Waiting melts patience like icing in the sun
    no sweetness left, just the anxiety inside
    moldering as stale cake while waiting,
    hoping for the call that must come
    or perhaps will bring worse news instead.

    Time that has gone by seems unreal
    when the stakes are considered;
    it’s the time left to us must be held dear
    and those we hope will be calling
    even if it’s the wrong diagnosis.

  • mossgirl19 replied to Larry Chamberlin
    1 year ago

    Ohhh...wow, amazing piece Larry, a take from yet another angle of the connection of the clock and the phone! The first paragraph hits hard as I can imagine being in a situation awaiting a phone call of life and death while time mercilessly goes on. It's a realization, that time will not stop for us, in whatever situation we might be in.

    Past is past and what we are left with is time today and tomorrow which we must value with the people we love.

    Thank you for replying to the prompt!