This week’s writing prompt is:
WATER
What does that word conjure up for you? Walking along a canal? Splashing in a swimming pool or paddling in the sea? You could write about your own memories or create a story or poem. Perhaps there’s a shortage of water, or the water supply is contaminated.
You don’t have to share your work, but I always enjoy seeing what you come up with if the prompt gives you inspiration. Your last prompt was DREAMS. A few of your shared yours:
Life on the edge of dreams
Daydreaming was a serene escape, a cherished pastime. I would recline on my favourite piece of freshly mowed lawn, taking in the grassy odours while gazing up at the clouds as they playfully chased each other across the sky, their movements a soothing sight.
“It’s time to come in,” my mother’s voice would echo, breaking the silence of my obliviousness. “You’ll catch your death of cold laying on the damp, cool grass, dear.”
But I would bide my time, waiting for the familiar sounds of my father stowing away the lawnmower and other tools in the shed to fade. Only then would I rise, dust myself of grass cuttings, and return to the house, a place steeped in dreams and comforting familiarity.
Entering the kitchen, I observed my parents, their faces a canvas of shared memories, dreams, and contentment. As they savoured tea and custard creams, I’d drift into daydreams of the past that I found difficult to articulate. Yet, in those dreams, I could hear their unspoken thoughts about me and the spot on the lawn where they had lovingly scattered my ashes, a place my father had vowed to preserve forever.
Life on the edge of dreams is the perfect resting spot.
To dream a dream within a dream
Some of them simmering
Some secretive within the theme
I wake up shivering
Trickle the mind and all senses
Shadows of the past pretenses
Trickle the mind
Trickle the mind
Some habits of our defenses
To dream a dream within a dream
Roots of them I don’t know
And sometimes falling in a stream
Salty dreams in a flow
Eyes brimmed with tears, stones to pick
Sometimes dreams give my mind a trick
Eyes brimmed with tears
Eyes brimmed with tears
Like hitting my head with a brick
To dream a dream within a dream
Traffic within the mind
Some vast stories in a meme
Happily intertwined
Secrets to hide, guilty or not
Some funny and some like a plot
Secrets to hide
Secrets to hide
One day I’ll be able to jot*
*The Trijan Refrain
In my dreams you are still here
I grasp your hand to pull you near
To say “goodnight” to you my sweet,
As my heart trips and skips a beat,
To have you here, to hear you speak,
That is the dream I really seek.
I know that you have gone away,
Will never see another day.
I’m in a dream now, holding on
To memories of you though you’ve gone.
My dream is that someplace we find in our traveling around the US is that we fall in love with a different state that we would want to make our forever home. I don’t know if it’s attainable, that’s why its a dream I guess. I’m not sure I can ever get my husband out of Texas!
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Esther Chilton 
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