Weekly Picture Prompt

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!

Such a great idea Liz.

What a cool idea Lady Mel!

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.

Fantastic Michael! Love the rhyme!

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 :)

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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.

Hey Poet on the Piano

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

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.

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.

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

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.

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.

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

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

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

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

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!

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.

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!