| General Fiction posted April 21, 2022 |
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Something written about nothing at all
Searching for an Answer
by Tom Horonzy
Is there anything I can say
that hasn't been said?
I often find in writing verse
penning quotes of other writers,
be they poets or sonneteers.
I've written of: love and hate,
of life and death. Who hasn't?
Cats, dogs, ants and frogs,
horses, mules, and burros.
Towering clouds and seas
stretching towards heaven or
unto unfathomable depths.
Dreams of being a champion
to be knocked off my feet
in whatever sport or game,
but I've never shot anything.
I've described women who looks
fried men's brains crisp as bacon.
I'm sure there must be something
that hasn't yet been composed.
Whatever it tis fails me this hour,
causing me to surmise that I am
cruising to hell in a handbasket.
A ruinous condition for a writer.
Can't you tell by this exercise
of futilistic and ineffective dribble?
But, wait. I must bid you adieu.
I'm struck by the idea to join a circus.
Why? For I have yet to write a verse
about a sullen, broken-hearted clown.
and it might be a good place to look.
It could be the answer I'm looking for.
Don't you think? Sincerely yours.
About Nothing at All writing prompt entry
Is there anything I can say
that hasn't been said?
I often find in writing verse
penning quotes of other writers,
be they poets or sonneteers.
I've written of: love and hate,
of life and death. Who hasn't?
Cats, dogs, ants and frogs,
horses, mules, and burros.
Towering clouds and seas
stretching towards heaven or
unto unfathomable depths.
Dreams of being a champion
to be knocked off my feet
in whatever sport or game,
but I've never shot anything.
I've described women who looks
fried men's brains crisp as bacon.
I'm sure there must be something
that hasn't yet been composed.
Whatever it tis fails me this hour,
causing me to surmise that I am
cruising to hell in a handbasket.
A ruinous condition for a writer.
Can't you tell by this exercise
of futilistic and ineffective dribble?
But, wait. I must bid you adieu.
I'm struck by the idea to join a circus.
Why? For I have yet to write a verse
about a sullen, broken-hearted clown.
and it might be a good place to look.
It could be the answer I'm looking for.
Don't you think? Sincerely yours.
I often find in writing verse
penning quotes of other writers,
be they poets or sonneteers.
I've written of: love and hate,
of life and death. Who hasn't?
Cats, dogs, ants and frogs,
horses, mules, and burros.
Towering clouds and seas
stretching towards heaven or
unto unfathomable depths.
Dreams of being a champion
to be knocked off my feet
in whatever sport or game,
but I've never shot anything.
I've described women who looks
fried men's brains crisp as bacon.
I'm sure there must be something
that hasn't yet been composed.
Whatever it tis fails me this hour,
causing me to surmise that I am
cruising to hell in a handbasket.
A ruinous condition for a writer.
Can't you tell by this exercise
of futilistic and ineffective dribble?
But, wait. I must bid you adieu.
I'm struck by the idea to join a circus.
Why? For I have yet to write a verse
about a sullen, broken-hearted clown.
and it might be a good place to look.
It could be the answer I'm looking for.
Don't you think? Sincerely yours.
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Writing Prompt Whatever you write, make it "about nothing at all." Have fun. Write whatever, be it 3-4-5-7 lines or a poem. Short stories around 300 words. Rhyme or free verse. Have fun. |
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As for this piece, I knew not from where this appeared. I began to type and went where the flow took me. May the force be with you.
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and 2 member cents. As for this piece, I knew not from where this appeared. I began to type and went where the flow took me. May the force be with you.
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