Really loved the grittiness of the first poem, taking something that normally brings a sense of wonder, awe and joy into something grim and cynical (and I’m not even really the biggest fan of that style of storytelling). So great job there.
The clock one was eerie as heck, but I loved it. I kind of interpreted it as if the clock turned sentient. Amazing work all around. Faved to reference as inspiration later
Very nicely done, Sumojo. Time is definitely going to betray us when we turn the clocks back on Sunday, and we lose an hour's sleep. I don't know if you have that in Australia. I really wish they would discontinue it here.
When I was a child, we lived rural and no one actually prepared or celebrated Halloween except the classroom in the school. Or, if you lived in a town.
When my children were in school it was a time when suddenly Halloween was a time to beware of what children might find in their Treat bags, if they went trick or treating. As the children grew, we were more likely to buy them a bag of candy then take them into a nearby town to trick or treat.
Halloween for some people is just for fun. For me I basically just ignore it.
I am going to be 80 next March and I can hardly believe it, fortunately I have very good health and I don't take that lightly. Your comments are inspiring, thank you.
If I could use my mobile phone I would phone my Mum, she would be amazed to hear about the future she missed, mobile phones and the Internet. Secondly I would phone my Sister in law and tell her about her children and how they have grown up and are happy. Also I'd love to hear my dog Nacho bark or give me a cuddle just one more time.
It's complex this death and dying business. I'm not so much concerned about being dead I think it's the process that's a little worrisome.
My Grandad died in his sleep and that's the way I would like to go.
Use these random words in your entry: detector, proclaim, rotten, memory, suggest, mill, creed, wound, and ivory.
Is it wound (I have a wound)? It might be wound(I’m so wound up today? I think I’ll choose wound as I’m really wound up today!
I’ve been through the proverbial mill. I don’t know whether that’s an expression in general use in the US, but it suggests feeling as if you’ve been chewed up and spat out, leaving a person feeling rotten. I hereby proclaim that grown up (supposedly adult) children should from this day forth not upset their parents. That is my creed from now on. One should wake up with access to a detector which warns the day is one for staying in bed and to just rely on your memory of when that child who upset me today was just born with perfect ivory skin and gazed at me with her big blue eyes and all was well.😂
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