Writing Prompt

I can see you sitting across the room

I could walk over

Strike up a tune

With my vocal chords

As I speak to you

Haven’t done that in a while

Is now too soon?

I think it over

What should I do?

The thought races round

Urging me to-

To do what?

I don’t know

My mind draws a blank

And with a final bow, the thought was gone,

Just like that...

my mind’s been a stage

since i was a child

and oxymoron, really

i was known for being mild

too scared to say a word

too shy to speak my mind

i thought i’d never escape

but the theatre was kind

took me in and loved me

gave me what i needed most

a home and a family

accomplishments to boast

but these were the days of youth

yet still as i’ve grown old

my head has kept it’s stage

covered in iron an...

What if the days were endless,

What if life was no struggle,

What if death still paved it’s way,

What if tears did form no puddle?

What if candy stayed sweet,

What if fruit did never mold,

What if grass stayed green,

What if tragedy stayed untold?

What if I escaped,

What if I were stuck,

What if I begged,

What if I was out of luck?

What if my mind was clear,

What if I was free to think,

What ...

A pair of hearts will always take,

It’s your choice to be unconditional.

A pair of souls will always bond,

It’s your choice to love.

A pair of minds will always challenge,

It’s your choice to understand.

You chose silence,

And with a final bow the thought was gone....

A flitter of wings that beat against bone,

It reaches my mind and makes it’s home,

It thrums its bold dance and sings its sweet tune,

A melody that makes me grow mad as a loon,

It thrashes and fights for a place to be heard,

Of this brand new ailment I’ll need to be cured,

So I search for a pen to write it all down,

And I search,

And I search,

And I search,

Soon those fluttering wings ...

He wondered where he'd left his keys

Upon a shelf, perhaps?

And so, he ran in search of these.

Up a flight

And down the stairs

In and out the mudroom

Around his front lawn, too

Maybe he'd left them in the kitchen?

Yes! That sounded right.

And so, he stepped inside.

And so, his tummy rumbled.

Both feet carried him forward.

A hand reached for the fridge.

And with a final bow, the though...

Ever get that fleeing thought,

You know the one you spend all night thinking about

But by morning with a final bow, the thought was gone.

Ever get that fleeing thought,

You know the one where you spend all night thinking of all these flourishing thoughts

But by morning with a final bow, the thought was gone.

Ever get that fleeing thought,

Where you finally figure out a way to conquer life

&...

Sitting and wondering

What will tomorrow bring

Questioning and pondering

While the song birds sing

What has become of you

Your life’s path was uncertain

You always made me blue

Such a puzzling person

Maybe I’ll call

My phone is right here

Wait I’ll stall

Just a minute to clear

Where did it go

Something went wrong

And with a final blow,

The thought was gone.

Tessa🦋...

It wasn’t real at first…

Just an idea, no.

A fantasy, yes.

A way to cope, ya know?

Just an exercise.

For my mind…

But

What’s an idea, if not, the beginning of a plan.

And what is a plan, if not, a goal.

A goal, oops.

Sorry mom.

I didn’t mean too, it was just supposed to be…

An idea.

Not meant

To be

But

Life kept falling

And I kept failing

Trying to catch up

Bills, frien...

She enters stage left shaking. But strong in her art. Gracefully she extends herself to the audience, revealing secrets as she glides across the lit space.

She is nervous and frantic. But her thoughts do not reflect her movements. She is the amplification of melodic sounds flowing from the symphonic composition.

Through cavorting she expresses her deepest desire. Giving away her entirety. This...