Thanks to MindLoveMisery’s Menagerie for hosting this writing prompt to choose a title to write a poem or story about. I chose the title The Silver Violin. I’m combining prompts with a #dVerse prompt on a topic of our choice. Thanks to Bodhirose for hosting open link night.
His world had been comprised of hastily constructed philosophies, which upon close examination, had failed him and promptly collapsed.
“Peanut butter,” he gasped moaning at the delicious taste of the product his mother had refused to feed him as a child.
“How can you have not tasted Peanut butter, Charlie? You’re thirty-nine years old and have been living on your own for twenty years. Didn’t it ever occur to you buy it, just once, to see what it tasted like?”
Charlie looked at Dana his mouth a gap,”This is mind blowing. All my life I thought Peanut butter would kill me. My mother convinced me my throat would swell, that I would die on the floor gasping for air if I ate it. But I’m fine. I’ve been eating it all day and it hasn’t made me sick or made me have trouble breathing. My mother was a liar!”
“She was just trying to protect you, Charlie. You did say she saw a kid die from being exposed to peanut butter when she was in school. It’s why they don’t allow it public schools. Your mom should have let you try a bit of Peanut butter first to see if your body reacted,” Dana remarked.
Charlie shook is head and sighed with pleasure. “I’m going to be eating Peanut butter for the rest of my days, for all those years I was robbed of it’s taste and smooth texture.”
Dana laughed,”Careful Charlie, there is a lot of calories in peanut butter. You don’t want to ruin your physique.”
“Who cares. I swear I’ll go to the gym if that happens.”
The snow began yesterday and hadn’t stopped. By 5:00 pm it was night and the snow continued. Sara peered outside and could see the fat flakes steadily falling. They accumulated into two-foot piles and the city was forced to run the snow plows to clear the roads.
It snowed for six months starting in December without stopping but remained eerily calm outside and around -12 degrees Celsius. It was difficult for Sara to even buy groceries. The walls of thick snow made her claustrophobic.
At the end of May, Sara crept outside and heard the first trickle of the water. The snow had begun to melt. Now, the river was rising and flooding was a concern.
Day 22 Prompt: Dangerous “Some things are obviously dangerous, like walking too close to a cliff, and other things, not so much. Free write for ten minutes exploring what is obviously dangerous, not so much, and what dangerous means to you. You could turn this into a rant poem, especially given the times.”
There is always present danger
There is always a need for caution
Caution is necessary
Caution keeps us alive
Alive isn’t enough
Alive means we need to be safe
Safe is a cloudy dream
Safe is an illusion
Illusions we love because they hide cold hard facts
Illusions keep us content
Content is all we can ask to be
Content not to be in danger
Danger hides and danger runs
Danger is wicked and tricky
Tricky because danger is not not upfront
Tricky because danger bides its time
Time waiting to harm us
Time waiting to strike and destroy
Destroying lives with vengeance
Destroying hearts with humourless mirth
Mirth –does it exist in harsh circumstances?
Mirth is it possible when tomorrow could be–
Be the end of life’s dreams?
Be the end of life without heart sight?
Sight to see the world shatter as glass
Sight to see how lost we are in the world
World where we wander feeling hopeless
World where we’re crushed by despair
Despair slips in and brings us to tears
Despair is a weapon danger employes
Employes to target are last reserves
Employes as those serving him as soldiers
Soldiers, mercenaries, to do the bloody work
Soldiers blinded by their own greed
Greed for money until it’s set a flame
Greed for money, not seeing –it’s only paper
Paper, the German Mark in the 1930’s, in suitcases
Paper marks, thousands were worthless
Worthlessness, don’t ever feel unwanted
Worthful, you’re as precious stones
Stones judgemental people throw
Stoning the accused sinner
Sinners we all are, it can’t be helped
Sinner –let he with the least sin cast the stone first