Friday July 17th, 2009

The exercise:

Doing the final packing tonight, so the Four Line Friday Prose topic this week is: the final push.

See y'all in the new place!

Mine:

Her bare toes curl under to grip the edge of the granite cliff as the wind pushes her tattered sweater snug against her body and sends her long brown hair cascading horizontally behind her. She knows this is cowardice; that real bravery would be to turn back and confront the truth of what she has done. She hesitates, wondering if she can find the strength to face that battle one more time.

But then that choice is taken from her as I give her one final push...

Thursday July 16th, 2009

The exercise:

Kat and I celebrated our four year anniversary today by going out for dinner. Afterward we spent a romantic evening packing boxes and throwing out junk we don't want to keep around (or find space for in the new place).

Oh, I also wrote her this poem. I'll give you guys this as a starter to work with: a special journey.

Mine:

Four years ago this very day
A special journey was underway.
We sure didn't know it way back then -
How could we know how well we'd blend?

But as the days went speeding by,
And as this We formed from You and I,
It became very hard to miss
That ours is a rare kind of bliss.

We have shared every high and low,
What tomorrow holds we cannot know,
But I think it's a real safe bet
That we haven't seen the best yet.

So take my hand and breathe real deep,
Together we will make this leap;
With love and laughter in our hearts,
Nothing would dare tear us apart.

Wednesday July 15th, 2009

The exercise:

Kat and I were supposed to pick up the key to our new place tonight. Hasn't worked out so well thus far.

Regardless, the prompt for today is: the key.

Mine:

The key is heavy in my hand -
I smile as though this was my plan.
But inside my thoughts spin madly
While my stomach behaves badly.

I did not ask for this duty,
To guide people so unruly;
But it has been decreed by birth,
So I must lead them back to Earth.

Tuesday July 14th, 2009

The exercise:

Kat came home tonight, so I am happy. And one of my two ultimate games tonight was a lot of fun, so that's good too.

Oh, and I've even had a story featured over on Protagonize. Not to mention a couple of One Minute Writing of the Day selections (thanks Beth!). Life is pretty good right now.

Let's write some haiku with this topic in mind: reading comprehension. I wrote the first one at work today, I'm sure you couldn't tell though.

Mine:

You ask the questions,
Already having the answers -
Read the damn email.

* * *

How do I do this?
Why are there no instructions?
This is ridic... oh.

Monday July 13th, 2009

The exercise:

400 seems like an awful lot of days in a row to write, doesn't it? I'm not sure how I've managed to get here already, to be honest. Doesn't seem nearly that long.

But it is what it is and I am what I am and who knows what the hell I'm going on about anyway?

I think I should get to the starter before too much of my insanity shows. So here it is: Eskimos and rainbows.

Hmm. It appears to be too late. I must be really tired or something.

Mine:

Joe
The Eskimo
After too long in the snow
Decided one day, don't you know,
To paint his little igloo like a rainbow.

So
His Aunt Flo
Decided to sew
(Rather than start a row)
A nice big psychedelic polar bear throw.

Oh
Joe's home did glow
As seen from the furthest plateau
And it still shines today, even though
The last coat of paint was many years ago.

Sunday July 12th, 2009

The exercise:

Fun night of fights last night. I suppose it helped that all four fights I was interested in were won by the guy I was cheering for :)

Also: I can't believe St. Pierre pulled his groin in the third round and still beat Alves up for another two rounds. That man is all kinds of scary.

Today's starter is: packing up. Can you guess how my day is going to be spent?

Mine:

This box is for all the books
At which I no longer look;
They just follow me around
When I move from town to town.

I'll put the dishes in here,
I think we used these last year?
Maybe I will dust them off
And give a rest to the trough.

I'll save the heavier stuff
For those big movers, so tough.
What does this thing even do?
Never mind, we'll bring it too.

Alright, the truck is full up,
So forget your lucky cup;
It is time to leave this place,
All our junk has a new space.

Saturday July 11th, 2009

The exercise:

I'm going out with some friends tonight to watch UFC 100 at a pub and I'm pretty pumped for it. This will be my first live viewing of a UFC pay-per-view; I usually just watch the one or two matches I'm interested in online after the fact.

But this one is special. There are four fights I want to see, and two I can't wait to see: Mir vs Lesnar and St. Pierre (Go Canada Go!) vs Alves. Plus it's number 100 and the UFC is going all out for this milestone.

So for a four line poem topic this week, you get: fight night.

Mine:

The cage door locks,
The round clock tocks;
Go show your might -
This is fight night.