Today’s morning prompt is interpose. Come join us in Second Life® or work from home at 6am PST for 15 minutes of writing inspired by the word.
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I found #dailydash/#writersdash on Twitter, what is it?
The Writers’ Dash (#writersdash or #dailydash on Twitter) is a 15-minute free writing exercise held on Twitter, Facebook and Second Life® every weekday. At 5:30am & 5:30pm PDT we share the word prompt on our social media channels; the live event begins in Second Life® at 6am & 6pm PDT. Write whatever comes to you. Don’t fixate too heavily on what you are writing and disengage your inner editor – the key is for you to get the words on the page first; you can worry about editing later. If you are attending the live event in Second Life® there will be an opportunity for you to show your work to the other participants after the 15 minutes are up. If you are unable to attend the live event you can share your work on our blog. Just look out for the prompt post and leave your dash piece as a comment.
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Whether you are dashing in Second Life®, on Twitter or Facebook we welcome your dashes in the comments section below.
guy,
let me interpose
your one sided discussion of those
when I look into your eyes
try to read your dubious minds
drink your evil wishes
swim your selfish dreams
fly your darkish walks
it is crystal clear
your attention for me here
is like a nun,
sterile, hun
Pointless to say
you love me, nay
Needless to think
you hold me, kink
Useless to plan
your life with me, as a span
Fruitless to try
to hold my hand, why ?
Pithless how you lie
uncovering your arrogance, guy
Flawless you expose your ego
just thinking I am your brainless bimbo
Guileless, I agree, I guess
fell into you, more or less
suddenly understanding
mangament gurus’ teaching
now I know for sure
less is more
©2012 goodie
She sighed audibly, and traced her fingertips across the glass. She was bored, she knew that, Adwin was a good man as far as mortals went; she had even given him a daughter.
She grinned at the temerity of that, a succubus giving a mortal a child, well the sex was great and she felt it a fair trade. It was time to move on though, she wanted to taste all the freedom the multiverse had to offer and a mere eighteen years n one place was not difficult to deal with, but it was time. She had to stop interposing mortal desires on her demonic desires.
She kissed his forehead as she slept and left him a note, then went to check on her daughter, sending a farewell into her head while she slept, a sweet memory and a farewell. “When you father passes you may seek me out, I’ll not be hard to find.” Then she stepped into the ethereal plane and sought a new world to explore.
In the inky blackness of the cosmos she spied a world glowing like a beacon, in the abyss this world was spoken of in hushed tones and with some trepidation. It was said the god of this planet dined on the flesh of demons and picked his teeth with their bones.
“Interesting,” she thought, “perhaps epic adventure awaits me there.” And she headed in that direction. As she spiraled through the haze of the ethereal plane she was buffeted by the storms that sometimes wrack the boundaries between that plane and the material.
She though she heard a voice in her head, but could not be sure, was a deep baritone, but very quiet, “welcome home,” was all she could recall before entering the material plane. She landed and went into a crouch, listening, straining her senses to feel the area. She was pleased to detect a large population center nearby, that meant fun, maybe a lot of fun, she was a succubus after all and it had been some hours since she had enjoyed the physical comforts of another.
She giggled and twirled as she pointed herself in the direction of the village? Town? City? Really it didn’t matter there were power players wherever you went and Mara played them like a fiddle.
©2012 Doyle Slen
Night Visitor
Who was at my window?
Had owl come to call
and finding me alone
decided not to after all?
Had sentinels of wind
come stealing low to spy,
then hurried off to whisper
my sorrow to the sky?
Or was it love who tiptoed near
and shyly wint unseen?
Who was at my window
to wake me from my dream?
©2012 Uldene Bravin
I dinna know if I may interpose
nae poetry wi swabbin o th deck
but by the red sky dawnin I suppose
the day may end in any case a wreck
red sky at dawn, I takes me Sailor’s Warnin
and make all fast lest squalls be on their way
and so I wish ye all a merry mornin
smooth sailin be yours all this holiday.
©2012 Merrytricks
Life is a rainy skyscraper
Trucks grow like tombstones
In a split second
Death interposes the gritty sidewalk
Endurance is a flower in a crack
Beauty amidst the rot
Life, noise and work
Death is a fruitless job
©2012 Harriet Gausman
The ideas poured onto a piece of paper. Its flatland of whiteness would soon be covered with fields of possibilities. Amazingly all ideas matched to perfection, all but one. But the writer is a stubborn being. He does not want to waste anything. So the orange rickshaws pulled by zombies were featured in a sci-fi novel. Yes, the editor frowned at the idea, but the exotic element of the Orient was hardly something he would neglect to acknowledge, was it?
©2012 Lizzie Gudkov
Interpose: For International Talk Like a Pirate Day
I dinna know if I may interpose
nae poetry wi swabbin o th deck
but by the red sky dawnin I suppose
the day may end in any case a wreck
red sky at dawn, I takes me Sailor’s Warnin
and make all fast lest squalls be on their way
and so I wish ye all a merry mornin
smooth sailin be yours all this holiday.
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