The grill lay low on sand The smell of salty water mixed with the homelessness of the poor fish on the grill tossing and turning into a roast
It is dark, it is stormy
an old man walks through the room
a cane in his hand
he blindly walks around
but lits no candles on the table
the widow at the end of the street
the dark stormy night
a chill makes her shudder
but she has no candles on her table
the broken family on the adjacent street
has a lady crying
in her gloomy room
the wind howls outside
but there are no candles on her table
Let the moon hit its apex,
when the world falls into silence,
hear my call. The darkness
will consume you.
This prompt makes me think about that childhood poem about the dog who slept like a log. That’s all I remember from that poem and every time I come across a piece of log, my thoughts travel back to the same association.
But slog isn’t in any way the same thing, in fact its the opposite of that lazy dog that slept like a log. Slog is that dog that slept, woke up and began working. He chased a few squirrels, played with his master, learnt a few tricks but still had enough energy to keep going.
Log on the other hand slept and slept, he slept till noon and woke up with a bright sun hanging up in the sky. Log indolently walked around in search of food, he wanted the food to appear to him, he was too “tired” to play or run, he just was so sleepy all the time.
Each one of us has a “Log” or “Slog” experience in our lives. We just have to decide how often we choose the right one.
Write a poem about appearances
Purple lips, plastic teeth bushy eyebrows dainty eyes squishy tummy, flat hips, born and bred the Tarzan kind except Tarzan had friends but for ugly, there's no friend.
Write a short occurrence containing word “Shadow”