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here's my haiku spin on it. writers, i'd love to read whatever bubbles up inside of you - poem, story or creative non-fiction. click on comments below to share. readers, feel free to comment as well!
"i would hurl words into this darkness and wait for an echo, and if an echo sounded, no matter how faintly, i would send other words to tell..." - richard wright
welcome readers & writers! in this cyber space please find: + a photo writing prompt + a place to post your creative writing response (poem, memoir, short story or the like) to the prompt + a community of readers and fellow writers excited to read your writing + morsels of genuine fiction, poetry & creative non-fiction as the blog is updated. share a response as often as you'd like. everyday discoveries from my life, captured on film, will serve as prompts. this is not a place where we will critique one another's work; however, words of encouragement or praise for writers who share their work are most welcome. writers, share your story, poem or creative non-fiction response to the photo by clicking on comments; word count is flexible. cheers! demery
Every time Ken would visit his grandparents there would be a train that would stop him from getting to them.
ReplyDeleteHis mom tried to entertain him by asking him to count the cars.
1....2....3....4....5..........................................................................................50...............55..................................................70
This was the longest train, and he was going to be late
Then the train stopped.
SDK
Stephen Dallas Kensington- 1940- 2010