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Wednesday, September 19, 2018

Today's Poem or Flash Fiction Prompt: "back"

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Today's poem or short story prompt is the word "back".

2 comments:

  1. Start Somewhere

    I lift weights at home
    Ashamed
    Pumping (ha, right)
    Ten pounds each arm
    My back tilting like sensitive windmill
    A year of lifting
    This is what I manage

    Home is where only I judge me
    Next year: 15
    I have goals
    I have ambitions

    Respect
    Starts with my back
    Arms
    It's discipline

    Which I hear is good

    Catherine Powers
    September 19, 2018
    Copyright 2018

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  2. IT'LL BE BETTER LAST TIME


    Don't tell me you can't go back.

    Don't tell me that you can't go back
    to where it all started
    and change that
    one
    little
    thing.

    That one little thing that triggered
    all the other little things
    that led us to where we are now.

    Don't tell me that I can't go back
    and fix it.

    Don't tell me it's too late to finish what I started.
    That it's too late to pick up where I left off
    on a thousand different projects
    or that I can't go back and fix what I broke
    or raise the kids again
    or take that vacation again, but different this time,
    or spend more time with my parents
    or your parents
    or our parents.

    Don't tell me that you just can't take it anymore
    That it's too little, too late.

    Don't tell me that.
    Don't tell me that now.
    Go back and tell me that at the beginning.
    I'll listen this time.

    But you know I won't.
    We both know I won't.

    Don't tell me I can go back.

    Mike Fedel
    Sept 26, 2018

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