“I’ve learned that people will forget what you said, people will forget what you did,
but people will never forget how you made them feel.” ― Maya Angelou
Author: mcullen
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Bacharach, Song Titles . . . Prompt #713
Burt Bacharach Song Titles – In Memory of Burt Bacharach
Raindrops Keep Fallin’ on My Head
What’s New, Pussycat?
Do You Know The Way to San Jose?
What The World Needs Now Is Love
Just Write!
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Suitcase . . . Prompt #712
Write about any suitcase or a particular suitcase.
Or a satchel, or a carryall.
Where has it been?
Where would it like to go?
Who, or what, does it want for a companion?#justwrite #iamwriting #iamawriter
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A Love Letter to Myself
Memorable writing that sparks imagination. Lean in. Hear the writer’s voice on the page.
A Love Letter to Myself
By Luz Leyden
I love that you are embracing all the ‘unfortunate events’ you have experienced and are trying to encapsulate them in writing so that you are insulated from them and their effects.
You are a caterpillar who has formed a chrysalis and you are digesting yourself inside so that you can emerge transformed, free, able to fly, released from your former life and all its restrictions. That process and that bravery deserves admiration, respect, and love.
I will try to do what is right for you. I will try to steer you towards light, towards enlightenment, towards your real self. I admire your bravery in staying sane through everything you have endured, despite callous provocation. Stay strong.
Luz Leyden lives in Ireland where she writes . . . sometimes into the early hours of the morning.
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Mornings . . . Prompt #711
What were your mornings like as a child?
Did you wake up with an alarm clock?
Did Mom or Dad or someone else wake you?
Then what happened?
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Night Knight
Memorable writing that sparks imagination. Lean in. Hear the writer’s voice on the page.
Night Knight
By Su Shafer
We spend almost every night together.
I’m not away from home often
But when I am, I ache
And I don’t sleep well.
I am uncomfortable with
The hardness of strangers
The impersonal coarseness
Or aloof purist sterility.
There is never the welcoming
I get at home.
The soft embrace,
The understanding.
At home there is no judgment
Or pressure that I am not doing enough,
No criticism that I am not enough
My bed cradles me like a mother.
I am held in a cocoon of love
I never want to leave.
I close my eyes and my bed hums
A silent lullaby
Sleep dear one
Tired caterpillar
Your work will wait
Dream of wings
And drinking flowers
Wake up the butterfly
That you are.
Su Shafer is a creative crafter, fabricating bits of writing in poetry and short stories, and other bits into characters that appear in paintings or sit on various bookshelves and coffee tables.
She lives in a cottage on the Olympic Peninsula of Washington, where the tea kettle is always whistling and the biscuits freshly baked. One never knows who might stop by to share a rainy afternoon. And all are welcome.
You can read more of Su Shafer’s writing here:
And in The Write Spot Anthologies, available from local booksellers and on Amazon (print and as ereaders):
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Running . . . Prompt #710
Running away or running to?
Have you ever wanted to run away?
Did you run away? Why? Where did you go?
Or:
Did you have an ancestor who “rode the rails?”
If you were to be a hobo, carrying all your belongings in a kerchief tied to a stick, what would you have in the sack?
Or maybe you would have a knapsack.
Research shows:
A female hobo is a boette.
A hobo is a migrant worker in the United States.
Hoboes, tramps and bums are generally regarded as related, but distinct:
A hobo travels and is willing to work; a tramp travels, but avoids work if possible; and a bum neither travels nor works.
Be careful when you call a vagrant or homeless person a hobo — although this is exactly what the word means, it is a somewhat offensive term.
Why yes, perhaps I went down the rabbit hole with researching!
Thanks to Rebecca Evans for this “hobo with a kerchief on a stick” prompt idea. When she mentioned that in a conversation, I immediately saw the image of someone carrying a sack on a stick and thought “Great prompt!”
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I just want to . . . Prompt #709
Today’s writing prompt: I just want to . . .
If you have been following this blog, The Write Spot, you know what to do with this prompt.
If you are new to this blog or new to freewrites, here are some posts about freewrites:
Another post about freewriting: “Natalie Goldberg talks about writing practice”
“Freewrites: Opening Doors to Discoveries”
How to Write Without Adding Trauma
A freewrite, using the prompt I just want to . . .
Just Write!
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Wants In a World of Plenty
Memorable writing that sparks imagination. Lean in. Hear the writer’s voice on the page.
Wants In a World of Plenty
By DSBriggs
I just want to…
Laugh aloud.
Stay Alive.
Keep learning.
Keep mobile.
Keep learning to let go.
Keep loving.
I just want to…
Shout at the Government.
Shout at prejudice.
Shout at stupidity.
Shout at injustice.
Shout at the mess.
I just want to…
See Children playing.
Hear laughing.
Taste warm bread.
Smell fresh rain in the forest.
Touch my dog’s velvety ears.
I just want to …
Accept the pain that comes with death of loved ones.
Accept that I do the best I know how.
Accept help graciously as I age.
Accept that my way is only one way of many.
Accept forgiveness.
Accept that some things are unforgivable.
I just want to:
Continue to write,
and be a committed listener.
Appreciate where I have been,
and accept that this is where I am now.
Okay! Okay!
I also want to…
Conquer dust and dog hair.
Finish some projects.
Sort my mountains of paper.
Laugh daily at something funny.
Irony is okay.
DSBriggs is a retired educator. She has lived in Northern California most of her life.
She still loves to write and has been honored to be published in The Write Spot Collections: “The Write Spot to Jumpstart Your Writing: Discoveries,” The Write Spot: Possibilities,” and “The Write Spot: Writing as a Path to Healing. Available in print and as ereaders at Amazon.
Mostly she likes to write about her dog and life in the past century.
Donna has recently added to her want list: more travel and a pen that doesn’t skip.
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One of those times . . . Prompt #708
Remember back to your teenage years. Full of promise and full of hope for fun.
Hope that special someone notices you.
Looking forward to fun times.
Hope you won’t get caught doing whatever you weren’t supposed to be doing.
Because this was a time to take risks, to sneak past authority, to try new behavior.
Prompt: Write about one of those times . . . that you got away with something you shouldn’t have been doing.