Friday, May 29, 2020

Friday Flash 55 for May 2020








Welcome all to this month's edition of the Friday 55. 

 The rules are unchanged; write a poem, piece of prose poetry or flash fiction on any subject, in exactly 55 words, no more, no less. Paste your link in the comments section, and I will be by to read what you have come up with.

The prompt will be live
from Thursday at midnight to Sunday at 4 PM.

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Here's my 55:




Black Dog


The moon stopped talking
when you came
walking through catastrophes,
black dog that wouldn't mind
at your heel.

You couldn't stay;
I never stayed myself.
They thought they knew our best
but best's a savor
saved

for shot-silk touch
the war of wills
the game without rules;

reserved 
for those who meet breathing
and leave singing.




May 2020









Images: The Dog, 1819,  © Francisco Goya    Public Domain
Self portrait with a Black Dog, 1841,  © Gustave Corbet (manipulated) Public Domain

19 comments:

  1. I have nor forgotten you, dear Aubergine! Busy morning but I'll be Bach. ;-)

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  2. Hi Joy, I have a gloomy one for you. Anything lighter is not possible at the present moment.

    Sigh. https://stardreamingwithsherrybluesky.blogspot.com/2020/05/i-cant-breathe.html

    I once had a black dog who wouldnt mind too, so I love this poem. I especially love those "who arrive breathing and leave singing".

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    1. Thank you Sherry. Always good to see you here.

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  3. Love, love, love your black dog poem. Here is mine:

    https://wordpress.com/post/othermary.wordpress.com/3432

    Thanks for keeping the 55 alive, and have a kickass weekend, Hedgie.

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    1. Mary, is this link correct? Cos it just tells me I don't have a WP site. I do, but that's beside the point. I'd like to read your 55.

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  4. This is wonderful stuff, Joy, especially that close. Short, strong, but also soft as a breeze in an open window at dusk.

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  5. Ah success.

    http://fireblossom-wordgarden.blogspot.com/2020/05/the-broken-necked-swan.html

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    1. An amazing poem, from the heart to the brain like a diesel train. So glad you made it to the party. because you have made the party.

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  6. I love the first stanza- a majestic and powerful entrance .... and the black dog .it reminds me of Stephen King’s Gunslinger. Great job!

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    1. Thank you so much, Vivian. Really appreciate the read.

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  7. Er, here is the correct link to my 55: https://othermary.wordpress.com/2020/05/30/ff55-black-and-blue/

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    1. Thanks for the good link, Mary. I had to search through all kinds of word press mess on that first one. They really want you to spend money with them, don't they? ;)

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  8. That first stanza is poetry at it's finest Joy! These stunning lines remind us all of the relationships that cannot be forgotten. Here is mine:
    https://thewordwhisperer2.blogspot.com/2020/05/a-loss-with-no-name.html

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    1. Thanks for playing, Carrie. I think your title is one of the most fitting ever, as well as the poem.

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  9. I've loved some black dogs that couldn't stay.

    Here's mine, composed and posted on my daily walk, so not really much, but so it goes.

    https://grapeling.wordpress.com/2020/05/31/gas/

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    1. Good to read you, M. It may be 'not really much' to you, but it gave me a lot of much--as always you are the master of this form.

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