Words for Wednesday
The original Words for Wednesday was begun by Delores and eventually taken over by a moveable feast of participants when Delores had computer troubles. Sadly, Delores has now closed her blog forever due to other problems.
The aim of the words is to encourage us to write. A story, a poem, whatever comes to mind.
If you are posting an entry on your own blog, please let us know so we can come along to read it and add a few encouraging words.
This month the words/prompts are supplied by Susan Kane and can be found here
This week's words/prompts are:
1. mine 2. child 3.foundation 4. careful 5. bird 6. dig
and/or:
1. hate 2. sadness 3. lemon 4. attach 5. breakfast 6. time
use either list or both, or mix and match, just have fun.
If you wish to include Charlotte's colour of the month it is salmon pink for March
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My brain stays blank, again... but I look forward to read yours! :-)
ReplyDeleteIris; I wrote half a story for this already, but not finished it yet.
DeleteGoing to get to it later this afternoon. Thank you again for posting thiese for Susan.
ReplyDeletemessymimi; I look forward to what you will write.
DeleteI know you've read it by now, but for reference if anyone else wants the link, it's over here.
DeleteHAPPY WRITING!!!!
ReplyDeleteThanks to Susan Kane for the Words, and Thanks to you, River, for posting them. Mine will go live tomorrow.
ReplyDeleteCharlotte; I will be there to read it.
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ReplyDeleteAristotle is reported to have said ‘Give me a child until he is 7 and I will show you the man’. Sexism obviously started very early.
Just the same, childhood does indeed provide a foundation for life – or it has mine. Parents need to remember that and be more careful. My childhood was one filled with the wonders of nature. I watched the birds, listened to them sing and dug in the dirt. People’s fruit trees were fair game. I loved Mrs Brown’s salmon pink peaches and feasted on them for breakfast. After early experiments I left her lemon tree strictly alone, loving the smell but hating the acidic taste(as an adult I disagree with my childish self on that one). I dug in the dirt, and filled my pocket with stones, cicada cases, and other interesting things. I marvelled at stars, the moon and rainbows and spent lots of time lying on my back, watching the clouds drift by, making up stories about the animals and shapes they contained. Bliss.
I feel nothing but sadness for people who didn’t start the lives that way. Joy, wonder and appreciation for beauty still serve me well.
Beautifully done. My childhood was not quite this, but i tried to do a bit better by my children.
DeleteElephant's Child; very nicely done. My own childhood was filled with the freedom of roaming where I wished and days spent at home just reading everything I could find, even if I didn't understand the meaning.
DeleteNice description of your childhood. Mine sounds much like River's and the joys of nature have never left me.
DeleteEveryone's childhood should be similar to this. Delightful!
Deletewonderful! I had the same type of wonderment at the outdoors during my childhood... which apparently has not yet ended. I have a leaf shaped platter on a table now with rocks, cicada casings, sweet gum seed balls, and pinecones.
DeleteI hate the sadness a lemon can attach to breakfast time without a little sugar.
ReplyDeleteNicely done!
DeleteMike; short and sweet again. Who eats lemons for breakfast though?
DeleteCaptain Succinct rides again. Mind you, I agree with River. Grapefruit yes, lemon no...
DeleteDid someone mix up grapefruits and lemons? Well done Mike.
Deleteshort and ... sour.
DeleteShe fell down a mine shaft - my much loved child. She was found at the foundation of that vertical hole. A careful recovery effort proceeded and a canary bird in a wire cage was used to forewarn of excess methane as the men began to dig.
ReplyDeleteI still hate myself for what happened and an aching sadness hangs over everything I do. I feel like a squeezed lemon and attach no blame to the landowner or the mining authorities. Once again this very morning at breakfast I slowly stirred my tea thinking of Lucy with her salmon pink cheeks and the short time we had together.
heartbreaking and good use of the prompts
DeleteYorkshire Pudding: Echoing Cindi.
DeleteYorkshire Pudding; yes, a heartbreaking use of the prompts. No parent should have to lose a child this way, or any other way.
DeleteHaving lost a child (although not this way), my heart breaks for parents who lose a child. Your story is agonizing.
DeleteMine has been posted on my blog here.
ReplyDeleteCindi; I'm on my way :)
DeleteCindi; Wow, that is a strong and sad story.
DeleteI will return after the cogs in my brain kick in.
ReplyDeleteSusan Kane; can you hear the cogs clicking around?
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