Tag: clouds

Volatility

Volatility

Gently floating fluffy clouds
Frothy as air, dancing along the wind
Long gone 
A sky thick with blanket of marzipan clouds
Suffocating, sucking oxygen from the atmosphere
Thunderous claps break the heavy silence
Seconds before an electrical charge shoots daggers
Across the darkening expanse
Penetrating the ground avoiding the electrodes
and scorching the earth with its volatility


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Word Prompts

Word of the Day - Marzipan
RDP - Frothy as Air
Stream of Consciousness- ‘Ode’ (in any form we choose)

Common Language – Flash Fiction

Common Language

Her early morning beach walk cleared the lingering fog in her head.  Remnants of heady passion from the night before were hard to shake off. 

Surprised to see him when she had opened her eyes.   Sunlight shining on his bronzed body.  She’d half expected him to have left without a word.  She panicked slightly, and pulled on her shirt slipping silently out the door.

She sat studying the clouds.

“There you are” she heard a voice say 

She turned.  He was walking along the damp sand towards her.  

“Why did you leave?” he asked. His voice slightly accented.

“Just looking for familiar objects in these clouds.”  she answered without thinking.

“But these clouds are clearly foreign, such an exotic clutter against the blue cloth of the sky”, he said.

“Clouds speak in the universal language”, her voice a little husky. “Don’t you know that?”

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Merril is hosting D’Verse Poets Prosery Monday and has prompted us with ‘Clouds’.
We are to use the following lines:

“But these clouds are clearly foreign, such an exotic clutter
Against the blue cloth of the sky”

–from “Clouds” by Constance Urdang

Prosery is a piece of flash fiction no ,longer than 144 words, excluding the title.

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Daydreaming – A Quadrille

Daydreaming

Cumulus clouds congregating
High in the blue sky
Forming fluffy puffs of cotton
Constantly moving, changing shape
Abraham Lincoln holds a sheep
While the dog’s head grows in size
Eventually becoming a whale
Daydreaming in the sun’s warmth
Letting the mind be curiously creative

 
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De Jackson, aka Whimsy Gizmo, is hosting Monday Quadrille
at D'Verse Poets tonight and has prompted us to write a
quadrille with "Curious"

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