This is a prompting Blog

My intent here is to write a poem from the prompt I give to you , the reader, in hopes that it will inspire something and get others to write with me.

Monday, May 16, 2011

Multi-Prompt Monday

Today is Multi-Prompt Monday here at Dodge Writes, which means the blogs we follow are going to be crammed into one or two poems. If you are joining us today on this adventure please note it is not necessary for you to do these prompts this way, but we do hope you stop in at each of these wonderful sites. You will enjoy each of them, make sure you link yours in and read as many as you can, they are really worth the time !

Today's prompts ...
Here at Dodge Writes we prompt you with another finish this line... The rules are it must be the first line of your write with no changes, you may write yours in prose or any form of poetry.. Today's line is ... TWO DOLLAR PISTOLS BLAZING AWAY

Monday's Child #46 @  gives us this wonderful picture prompt...

Illustration by: Carmen L. Browne - 1917

Monday Memories - #17 @  Josie is writing hers about 'Grandma's green thumb',  and adds ' Maybe you can share a story of one of your grandparents or any relative that holds a special place in your heart.'  We'll do just that !!
 OSP @ Has a new form by Luke Prater, An Octain ...
eight lines as two tercets (three-line stanzas) and a couplet, eight syllables per line with the first line repeated (as much as possible) as the last. Meter is iambic or trochaic tetrameter, but fine to just count eight syllables per line for those who prefer that.
Rhyme scheme:
(A = repeated refrain line. ‘c/c’ refers to line five having midline (internal) rhyme, which is different to the a- and b-rhymes)

Please go to One Stop for more on Luke and his form, well worth it !!


Grandma's thumb was an evergreen
made of hours toiled in the sun
her guidance made growing stuff fun

Her strawberry and tangerine
were a juicy treat, oh so sweet
better than the finest cuisine

Her knowledge passed down to this one
now my thumb is an evergreen

Two dollar pistols blazing away
popping off caps, his usual play,
Cowboys and Indians with his friends
back yard play the fun never ends
But today he is playing with something new
Pail by his side and shovel too
the waters flow in pools dug by him 
he looks for shells that might flow in
Squealing delight he curiously grabs
the new found joy in the small sand crabs
bubbles of air pop through the sand
he starts digging for them with his hands
Collecting them up in his colorful pail
with enthusiasm he can not curtail
hours of play in the warm sunshine
a lasting memory snapshots of time
Four in Two, how 'bout you ?
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