Writing Prompt #118 “Collage 3″ – Finding Your Place


The word was to build a fort

A place to huddle together

Against the storm raging around us.

You wanted to sit at my fence

To view the native flora

Those flannel flowers you so admired.

Each day I hear you call out

The things that are drawing you away

The pressure of life

The publication so close now

That requires you to be called away.

We crave that carefree life,

The swing where you are one with the wind

The moments lost within yourself

Where nothing else matters for those brief seconds.

We spent an hour last night looking through

Old photos, old things, old memories

That caused us to laugh

Remembered the love of loved ones.

Childhood games, when fortifications

Ensured a safe place away from every fear.

We held hands at sunset

Your head upon my shoulder

The stars you said would no longer pull you away

Your place you now had found.

Written for: https://mindlovemisery.wordpress.com/2015/08/02/writing-prompt-118-collage-3%E2%80%B3/

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27 Responses to Writing Prompt #118 “Collage 3″ – Finding Your Place

  1. Oliana says:

    Ah so romantic, Michael, such a lovely collage you have penned.

  2. phlor says:

    Beautiful. I hope the stars do not pull her away. By her hair or otherwise.

  3. Valida Faire says:

    Ohhh, (sighing)–beautiful, marvelous; and I really love “flannel flowers”–wonderfully simple image, very creative.

  4. Suzanne says:

    So romantic. Wistful and as dreamy as flowers blowing in the wind.

  5. Romantic and moving extraordinary job you have done!

  6. mandy says:

    Your post is lovely, Michael. The collage stirs childhood memories of my own–swinging for hours by myself at the park swinging higher and higher wanting to jump to see how long I could stay in the air, maybe even fly. And the dandelion fluff that I never passed an opportunity to blow up into the sky hoping my wishes came true. Skinned knees and bum from falling off my first bike-rusty, 26-in. that I never could sit on the seat and reach the pedals at the same time…sorry to ramble on so; it was lovely going down memory lane for a moment. Oh, and I never missed an opportunity to build a fort when I was a kid-in a tree, a bunk-bed, a closet… Sharing these memories with someone would indeed be lovely. Have a wonderful day.

  7. The Real Cie says:

    How indeed to resolve the desire for the carefree life with the struggle for fame, fortune, and the legal tender. I’ve never found a way. I envy those who do.

  8. Lyn says:

    You always write such lovely romantic free verse/poetry, Michael.

  9. RoSy says:

    Awww…Beautiful & romantic. ❤

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