Setting the timer for five minutes. Topic: Flight. Go.
Flight. Simple. Clean. Emotional.
I spread my wings and open myself to the wind. The sky pulls me up, gathering me within, taking me to heights most only dream of. I flap my delicate yellow wings, directing myself, soaring above the houses and gardens. The gardens—the wonderful flowers.
The breeze abates, and I glide downward … settling, nuzzling into the heart of a red-pedaled saucer. Its nectar—sweet and simple—nourishes me, makes me thankful for all that is good in my life.
*
Flight. Simple. Clean. I spy a yellow butterfly sitting on a red flower. I swoop down, and snatch it from its perch. It crunches in my beak.
Sweet, simple. It nourishes me, makes me thankful for all that is good in my life.
Into the sky I soar.
Time: Four minutes, sans cleaning up typographical errors.
I think that one will fall into the “poetry” category. Dunno.
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Sweet!
certainly poetry here. but in five minutes to create it is certainly quick off the pen. though, i’m sure you tiip-toed a few words out before it came out here. definitely liked this here:)
It may have been six minutes, but usually I’m pretty close. Once the words start, they go fast.
I found this to be very macabre. One floats along in life. Everything is nice and beautiful. All of a sudden something unseen swoops in and destroys the one. The gentle being is gone in the blink of an eye and yet, life goes on. The circle of life. Very, very sad. Very poignant. Well done.
Crud… never thought of it like that. Maybe that is a little niggle inside my psyche trying to get out…
Jeeze… this story has a whole new meaning for me now.
Hey, just remember. Once you put your work out there, it is no longer your own. Others’ interpretations are not necessarily your own. Don’t take my idea of it to heart. Your story is what it is to you. I tend to over-think things anyway.
Aah! Thanks for the reminder! I’ve been wanting to do the same as a daily practice. Will begin tomorrow.
You go girl!
Good luck!
Yay for poetry:-) I snuck some poetry into my novel, disguised as songs from my male protagonist’s band. heehee~Nicely done!!
Thanks, Jamie!
Is there such a thing as prosetry? Because I would stick it under that category if it exists 😀
Prosetry…I like it!
New word everybody!
like 🙂
Mmm, poetry or prose? I love the imagery and I could see it inside a larger piece, so I think I’m leaning towards prose. Nicely done.
I kind of consider this a dual point perspective
But it falls into the realm of poetry in my book
I’d still call that prose, but I love it. Sort of puts things in a different perspective. 🙂
Yeah
This definitely came out as poetry
I just post whatever shoots out of my fingers when the timer starts