Friday, August 28, 2020

Friday Flash 55 for August 2020






Welcome all once again to the Friday 55. Another month of this ghastly year proceeds down the tubes, howling and gibbering, leaving us to endure and express it in our writing. I feel a twinge of embarrassment whenever I refer to having a kickass weekend this year, but I can't help feeling Galen Hayes, the originator of this meme, would not have hesitated, and indeed, would have done his best to see we all had one. 

So, the rules are unchanged. Write a poem, a prose-poem or a piece of flash fiction, using exactly 55 words, no more, no less. Link your URL in the comments, and I will be by to read what you have cooked up out of this month's witches brew. 

The prompt will be active from Thursday at midnight to Sunday at 4:00 PM CST.



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Here is my 55:








Song For Summer's End






Catkins, willowskins,
grey geese in the morning
sky light,  V-flight,
feather-spin in the gloaming,
bee-fumble, leaves tumble
in Fall's honey-wind sighing
her kiss-clover slip over,
pollen days flying.

Pepper-dust, finger-rust;
summer's crone's crying
too late at the broken gate
where autumn's fast riding.

Even so nothing goes
that has a song to
hold it close.




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Images: Bees circa 1900, © Ban Jiaoshi       Fair Use
The Autumn, 1896, © Alphonse Mucha    Fair Use



18 comments:

  1. Good morning dear BFF! Wouldn't you know, my connection is holding this morning, but I have no poem so far. In a way I'm glad....the starts I made (and abandoned) were on this same theme, and mine were clunky disjointed haikus comapred to this. You have no idea how pleasing it was for me to come here and read this because I felt like, yes, this is what I was trying to say, and you've already said it, lyrically and splendidly.

    And...have a kick-ass weekend!!!!!!!!! ;-)

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    1. Just some nonsense that invaded my head, and was devilishly hard to get rid of, so I wrote it down to exorcise it. ;) Thank you, and hopefully your muse will speak at some point--but even if not, have a kick-ass weekend yourself.

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  2. I hope to believe your final verse.

    here's mine, from a few weeks ago.

    https://grapeling.wordpress.com/2020/07/29/as-though/

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    1. Thanks M. That was a walk through memories for me, memories I like to push out of my head, but need to be dealt with, so double thanks. Holding you in my thoughts.

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  3. I love the rhyme and flow of this Joy! I read it several times out loud. Oh those Summer's crone's crying....I can hear them everyday! This is a splendid poem my friend!
    Here is mine:
    https://dancingwithelephants2.blogspot.com/2020/08/the-fabric-of-hope.html

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    1. Thank you so much for playing Carrie, and I hope to have something for the Muse eventually. Your 55 reminded me very much of my second husband, who passed at 42.

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    2. I look forward to seeing you there Joy! Wow that is so young....my Mom was 47.

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  4. I.Love.This. (More than Captain Kirk loves the Enterprise)

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    1. And that's almost inconceivable to man! Thanks, Mary. Just a nonsense rhyme, but sometimes there's no harm in a little nonsense.

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  5. Love this. All your word choices, and imagery gave me the feeling of falling leaves, and change which I pray will lead to a better 2021. The ending was something I needed. Endings for me are never easy, but with Carrie's photo and the challenge of 55 I managed to break through the writer's block.

    https://confessionsofalaundrygoddess.blogspot.com/2020/08/not-every-flood-drowns.html

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    1. That just took my breath away, Susie. The breakthrough was well worth any previous batch of silence. Thanks so much for bringing this to us.

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    1. I love doing this when I can have the privilege of reading poetry like your 55, Mary--it was sharp and haunting. Thanks for adding it to the pile.

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  7. Lafayette, I am finally here.

    https://fireblossom-wordgarden.blogspot.com/2020/08/jingo-farm.html

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  8. After much fussing that had nothing to do with actually writing here it is: https://othermaryswords.blogspot.com/2020/08/growing-pains.html
    Thanks for keeping the 55 alive, and I hope you HAD as kick-ass weekend.

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    1. Um, same thing, different place. No need to visit here too.

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"We make out of the quarrel with others, rhetoric, out of the quarrel with ourselves, poetry." ~William Butler Yeats