Teacups and Toasters

A few days ago my prompt from my beloved was,Utopia . I wrote a very small bit for this one. The others I’ve done so far, are a bit more serious, so I figured this was a good place to start if I’m going to be sharing them.

Utopia

One of those deeply warm, drifting kind of days – that’s what it is. A sweet, grassy smell, and just the faintest touch of dew still left on the quickly warming ground. An earthworms day of retreat and my day to bask in the sun. A scenic mountain top park, a hotdog loosed from it’s bun – mangled with ketchup. Tough minty rope waiting in the car and the most heavenly blue sky. A little kid by my side, occasionally laying her head on mine and squeezing a little too tight. The best kind of day a dog could hope for.

A newly added twist to my beloved and I’s marriage is that each day he is giving me a singular word prompt. I am then to write whatever comes to mind from this one word. A long time ago, I wanted to be a writer. When I found out that I was one, I stopped writing. I can’t explain that with anymore depth, but I did stop. His prompts are to get me going again and to keep me accountable.

I would LOVE, LOVE, LOVE your criticism! Of course, it should be helpful, don’t just tell me something stinks. Tell me WHY it stinks. Some of the prompts will lead to commentary, some to fiction, poetry, and perhaps a meshing of many things. So, please comment away!!! I’ll post the first prompting tomorrow.

The Blackbird’s Beat

When the barbed, bludgeoned, beat – beats a fast, sad song, it’s a query and un-merry on the blackbirds tongue. There’s a glue and rue and harsh, mad feast when the beaten words torment the fowl beast. And I’m never ever sure what’s been said, I just know that it grows and withers in my head.
It’s a song that they shout and a dim tripped bout with the up and away and the feathery fray and I’m just too cold to be so bold, as the bludgeoned beat of the blackbirds feet. For I’ve wandered out and I’ve dared to shout that the only cure’s not dead, but the cure for the hurt and the stoics smirk has risen and lives instead.

Teacups and Toasters is going through some serious changes and will be up on a regular schedule soon. I’ll have it going by the end of the month. Either that or my rss zebra will be quite upset and hungry.