Sunday, December 26, 2010
A little birdie told me... (#63)
Merry Christmas everyone! I was a bit down on my b-day, but we had a fantastic Christmas so my emotions are on an all time high (however, we are off to visit our families for about four days so that emotional lift may be temporary...LOL!) Anyway, if you're new here, it's Microfiction Monday where Susan, over at Stony River, posts a picture and asks us to compose a "story" in 140 characters or less (including spaces and punctuation).
My stories seem a little elementary this week (especially my stab at a poetry piece), but I'll let you all be the judge. Here is this week's picture and my first story (I used some good old Irish names since Susan took this picture in Ireland):
The epitome of cool, Casey sat motionless, waiting for his chance-Devlin always got the prime roosting spots, but today would be different. (140 characters)
I worked and reworked (and reworded) this poem throughout the day-even burning a pan full of nuts I was roasting for candy. Anyway, I landed on that 140 marker finally and this is what I came up with:
Two pigeons at odds
Atop an old rail
Each sitting still
Not moving a tail
He is wrong
I am right
And there they sit
All day and all night
You know, it's funny what pops into your head when you sit down to write a passage. After some family events a couple days ago, I can't help thinking I'm like one of the birds in my poem. Maybe I need to heed my own warning? What about you-did your writing this week resemble anything going on in your every day life? Just curious... See you all next week, and Happy New Year!