This
meme was started by Delores a long time ago. Computer issues led her
to bow out for a while. The meme was too much fun to let go, and now
Words for Wednesday is provided by a number of people and has become a
movable feast.
Essentially
the aim is to encourage us to write. Each week we are given a choice
of prompts: which can be words, phrases, music or an image. What we
do with those prompts is up to us: a short story, prose, a song, a
poem, or treating them with ignore... We can use some or all of the
prompts, and mixing and matching is encouraged.
Some
of us put our creation in comments on the post, and others post on
their own blog. I would really like it if as many people as possible
joined into this fun meme, which includes cheering on the other participants. If you are posting on your own blog - let me know so that I, and other participants, can come along and applaud.
Huge thanks to River for providing the prompts last month. The prompts will be here again this month and are provided by Sean Jeating.
This week's prompts are first, the words that should have been posted last week,:
- funeral,
- moon,
- splendiferously,
- sun,
- coffin,
- afraid,
- biased,
- crows,
- nutrition,
- worms
- art,
- awe,
- love,
- moonlit,
- sleeping
and/or
- beauty,
- breathless,
- dreamscape,
- face,
- oxygen
Charlotte (MotherOwl) has given us Pebble Grey as the colour of the month. If you can also incorporate it into your stories she (and I) will be grateful.
Have fun.
The internet has expanded our world splendiferously. Everything under the sun is up for discussion. We are connected to the internet through the same browser but we take away very different things. One of us has trouble sleeping, and spends his days and nights afraid.
ReplyDeleteYou:
The funerals of those killed at Sandy Hook were fakes. The coffins were empty and the mourners highly paid actors.
The moon landing was an elaborate hoax.
The earth is flat.
Obama was born in Kenya.
Covid vaccines contain tracking chips.
Birds aren’t real. Those crows you see in the garden are not seeking nutrition from worms. They are surveillance drones sending information back to the government.
Migrants are eating dogs, they are eating cats. It is not being biased to want them all sent back to where they came from (illegally).
Me:
Where do your ideas get their oxygen? How can you face any day believing them?
I can see a lot that is wrong with the world, but live in awe and wonder at the beauty it also contains.
Nature is the best artist and her galleries are superb. Her art leaves me breathless and I love it. Night or day, summer or winter she creates dreamscapes. Moonlit dreamscapes, sun bathed dreamscapes. How I wish that we looked after her better.
Excellent Sue - how on earth younger generations are going to know what's going in their lives I worry about ... but the best choice is nature and the realisation that it is true and will always help and heal us.
DeleteLove the phrase 'where do your ideas get their oxygen?' - good one ... clever interpretation of the words ... cheers Hilary
Phew! Once again, you see me amazed. For lack of a superlative to be invented: Brilliant, Sue.
DeleteHi EC and Sean ... I've chosen last week's words for some reason ... two tales:
ReplyDeleteSplendiferously the sun shone … after the moon had risen we could see the funeral pebble grey coffin hidden in the tangled forest.
We're afraid of starving: those murderous biased crows are digging for our worms … they won't leave the fields – how do we get rid of them … we need our nutrition. Them or Us. The birds can see in the pebble grey mist … we cannot – how unfair life has turned out in this Anthropocene era.
Cheers - I'll be over to read everyone's ... Hilary
Hilary Melton-Butcher: Dark and a tad frightening. I do love crows though and hope I will always welcome them. They are such intelligent, family minded birds.
DeleteInstead of live and let live: It's them or us!
DeleteNow I'd like to learn your reason for these tales, Hilary.
Today's prompts:
ReplyDeleteWhilst thou art sleeping
A moonlit dreamscape your face
Watching you in awe
Your beauty makes me breathless
Your love is my oxygen