The Road-Runner (MLMM Saturdays Mix)

https://mindlovemiserysmenagerie.wordpress.com/2017/07/15/saturdays-mix-15-july-2017/  Teresa’s Prompt:  Today we’re going to explore characterization, the way a character is revealed throughout the story.  Your writing should focus specifically how we get to know the character: through the narrator directly stating information about the character, through their own words and actions, and through the way other characters react to and interact with the character.  You can share the story of a person you know or a made up character in 250 words or less. It can be prose or poetry.  Once you’ve written your piece please tag your work Mindlovesmisery’s Menagerie and Saturday Mix.

Apologies to Teresa, for I confess I went a different direction with her prompt.  Seeing the do-able word-limit, and having just experienced a true slice-of-life, thumbnail-character-sketch, I wanted to share.  So, I’m linking to Teresa’s prompt—but regular MLMM-prompt readers needn’t feel obliged to read. 🙂

Seated at the bus stop outside the library, in a lovely neighborhood, I watched cars and people go by, and thought thoughts while I waited for my bus home.

I saw an older man about to cross the busy 3-lane street on foot, and not within the pedestrian crosswalk.  It fascinated me, how quickly he moved.  He was a fairly small man, trim—obviously in better physical shape than I; he wore a cap to protect his head from the sun; and as he came closer to me, I saw he had a little white brush-mustache.  So he was no youngster, trotting nimbly and confident through mid-afternoon traffic.

When he got safely across I smiled and called out to him, about how amazing it was that he could run so swiftly (as I, carrying 50-60 extra pounds of weight and using a cane, couldn’t have done it to save my life).

He smiled back, and barely broke stride as he replied in a delightful foreign accent:  “I don’t want the police to catch me—I’m not ‘jaywalking’, I’m ‘road-running’!”

I was still laughing out loud as he jogged a block down the incline…in the direction of the municipal police department.  He had doubly enriched the joy of my library trip.

©Jael Sook, 2017 All rights reserved.

Image credit: Pixabay/Road Runner

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Silhouettes and Substance

https://mindlovemiserysmenagerie.wordpress.com/2017/07/08/saturdays-mix-08-july-2017/

Teresa’s Prompt:  Welcome back to Saturday’s Mix. This week, I thought we’d look at silhouettes…They have wonderful contrast of light and dark to reveal the outline of an object…I wondered how this would look in writing.  If you struggle with a silhouette poem/prose piece, you can also simply use the word in your writing.  Once you’ve written your piece please tag your work Mindlovesmisery’s Menagerie and Saturday Mix.

I could have been mere

Silhouette in your life—

Silent, slender shadow, me;

Soft floral scent wafted on breeze,

Slipped in through your window.

I would have been mere

Silhouette, gratefully…

Your silhouette entered

My heart-life fully,

No slim blur on wall or floor.

Yours was far more:

A broad shouldered superhero,

Suave silhouette of substance;

Pensive blue-gaze, palpable shadow—

Pulse vibrating ‘mid sunbeams silver,

As though you’d escaped Death’s

Pewter visage, his greedy winter eye.

Time has its subtle silhouette—

Whispered ticking, quickly by…

But Ghost-love, you shackled clock and

Calendar; cancelled our span of years

To give me dear companionship

Which lingers, dawn till dusky sky…

Silhouette rose-hip-tipped.

©Jael Sook, 2017 All rights reserved.

Image credit:  MorgueFile.com

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Resentment’s Soul

https://mindlovemiserysmenagerie.wordpress.com/2017/07/01/saturdays-hunt-01-july-2017/

Teresa’s prompt:  Your task today is to choose an emotion (love, hate, fear, joy, etc.) and fully personify it. You can do this in prose or poetry.  As always feel free to use one of the images.  Once you’ve written your piece please tag your work Mindlovesmisery’s Menagerie and Saturday Mix.

Haggard yellowed years have painted teeth,

Visage creased and jaundiced by bitter bile.

Hair lusterless, lost glow of countenance

Tells heart’s story in wrinkled pages.

Eyes squint against glaring view of

Disappointments, disillusionment; deceitful

Dreams offered, then stolen, shredded—

Tattered pieces of promises.

Defensive posture, spine bent from betrayals;

Gait tense an tired, eager-to-be-gone from

Tormenting reminders, acid memories…from self

Which, despite longing, cannot change, repent.

Lips once ripe, inviting, now pressed thin; sullen with

Effort to suppress biting words—toxic, for wounding

…Infrequent voice a murmured death rattle.

Gone, beautiful innocence, youth’s sparkled hope—

Smoke spiraling from charred bridges burnt.

Thoughts succumbed to disease, malignancy

Incurable… Resentment’s leprous soul

Lives out days in parched pool of isolation, hedged by

Desert’s dead grass tufts, cracked arid dirt.

©Jael Sook, 2017 All rights reserved.

Image credit: Pixabay

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Surround Sounds

https://mindlovemiserysmenagerie.wordpress.com/2017/06/24/saturdays-mix-24-june-2017/  Theresa’s prompt (click the link for her full post):

The task today is to write a short prose or poetry piece that illustrates the importance of sound in the world around us.  As a bonus, try to use onomatopoeia–words that sound like their meaning.  For example: The steam hisses before evaporating into nothingness.

Once you’ve written your piece please tag your work Mindlovesmisery’s Menagerie and Saturday Mix…

If there were no crows, seagulls,

Small songbirds singing—

What would compensate for

Keen and howl of speeding sirens,

Deafening shake of jet planes

Above ceiling?

~

If not for play of pleasing wind chimes,

There’d only be neighbors’ car alarms,

Loud vehicles, slamming doors.

~

Without my snores to wake

Me in the middle of late movie,

I’d likely keep denying fatigue

And never go to bed.

Without my own laughter, unrestrained,

I might forget that some days are too good—

Even when absurd—not to celebrate.

~

Without symphony of rain,

I might miss sense of soul being

Soothed, wash, refreshed;

Without trees sawing wind, I might not

Hear God’s voice in the storm.

~

I dream the shush-hush of ocean waves,

Blue on teal, on indigo—ripples foamed with lace;

They take me to another place…

Salt-tanged, sea-shelled timeless escape

Shuts out old voices mocking my mistakes.

~

And in rare brief moments heaven-sent,

When all I hear is my heart still beating—

I bless the silence, sound of God’s embrace.

©Jael Sook, 2017 All rights reserved.

Image credit: Pixabay

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