The exercise:
Write about: following.
Showing posts with label Following Prompt. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Following Prompt. Show all posts
Thursday January 1st, 2009
The exercise:
2009? Seriously? Yeesh.
Anyway - the year is off to a fine start: at the request of a relatively new Protagonizer, I've added the Following Gadget over on the right. So if you've got a Blogspot account and you're interested, you can join Alya and Follow this blog. You'll get a notice on your Blogger Dashboard every time I make a new post - so every day. But seeing as I update at pretty much a different time every day, some people might find it useful.
To mark the occasion, the starter for today is: following. Mine went places I had no intention of going to, but hey, that's the way it goes... most times.
Mine:
I feel no eyes on my back,
I hear no feet in my tracks,
I see no men in alleys,
I taste no dark finale…
But I know I’m not alone.
I know this deep in my bones.
My skin has been followed here,
My throat burns with swallowed fear,
My eyes are failing me now,
My ears cannot hear a sound…
But my thoughts have company.
It’s a certain guarantee.
My feet cannot go faster,
My eyes have a new master,
My voice has become a mime,
My heart’s beating out of time…
For I know my end is near.
No; for now my end is here.
2009? Seriously? Yeesh.
Anyway - the year is off to a fine start: at the request of a relatively new Protagonizer, I've added the Following Gadget over on the right. So if you've got a Blogspot account and you're interested, you can join Alya and Follow this blog. You'll get a notice on your Blogger Dashboard every time I make a new post - so every day. But seeing as I update at pretty much a different time every day, some people might find it useful.
To mark the occasion, the starter for today is: following. Mine went places I had no intention of going to, but hey, that's the way it goes... most times.
Mine:
I feel no eyes on my back,
I hear no feet in my tracks,
I see no men in alleys,
I taste no dark finale…
But I know I’m not alone.
I know this deep in my bones.
My skin has been followed here,
My throat burns with swallowed fear,
My eyes are failing me now,
My ears cannot hear a sound…
But my thoughts have company.
It’s a certain guarantee.
My feet cannot go faster,
My eyes have a new master,
My voice has become a mime,
My heart’s beating out of time…
For I know my end is near.
No; for now my end is here.
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