October

Forr Linda G Hill’s Stream of Consciousness Saturday: Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “starts with ‘m’.” Use any word that begins with the letter “m” as the subject or theme for your post. Enjoy!- 

I chose ” Macabre “

Each day in October

I give myself permission to capture

each dark cloud  that drifts by.

Each day in October

I  go looking for monsters

from the second I open my eyes to when I close them at night.

Macabre and Merry Mayhem

strikes my still heart  to life with a peal of thunder

each day in October

and every single night.

Having Fun With Words

This Fun Creative Writing Exercise Will Change Your Life 

( Playing With Words )

Fun creative writing prompt- you choose one word and then another word and  you keep going and you’re not supposed to care where you go, the words don’t even have to go together.

However I started with cemetery and went to popsicles and bits and pieces of a day at work came back to me, so I improvised. But that’s what being creative is all about!

This was a fun prompt-follow the link above and give it a try.

amm

Cemetery

popsicles

crunchy leaves

dogs on leashes

who is in that car

Cherry blossoms are gone

crows dancing on graves

she shot herself at dawn

by the reflection pond

Marble cats, granite angels

the caretaker’s cottage

is full of empty coffins.

(Playing With Sounds and Words )

Crackle

Crunch

 Snap

and

Grind

angry teeth fighting

behind bloodless lips

kiss me when I’m angry

do I taste like pennies or nickels?

 

Revolting Muffins

Putting My Feet In The Dirt September Writing Prompt#21 – Meaty Muffins

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Girl Power

                      Sheroes

                                                                                             I am woman hear me roar!

 

But I like to wear pink, I like to giggle and not think about World Peace  and Carbon Footprints.

 

     I don’t want to chip my nails, I don’t want to change the oil or pump gas into my car

or carry heavy bags out of the store.

 

             Feminism kicked me out of her club and told me to come back when I am woke.

 

Listen up.

 

 I’ve got a wicked left hook and if you try to pat me on the head I’ll snap

your arm like a dry twig  that’s  headed for the fireplace  in November

 

Don’t call me cupcake, don’t call me a tough cookie

Just call me

a

Meaty Muffin.