We write with our ears said, Ralph Fletcher -and Ralph is right.
Last week, I overheard a cafe conversation- I do this a lot. They provide classic collectables, constantly stimulating and sparking writing ideas. It went like this...
A woman walks into the cafe where her friend is waiting. The friend inquires-
'Oh, he's at home. I left him to his own devices....'
That was all I needed to hear. My mind came alive with possibilities. I rehearsed words and then I opened my notebook and began to trap some words. Keith morphed into Gordon and everything followed on from that point.
Gordon's Love Of Gadgets
Gordon loved his telescope
Gordon loved his electric mower
His leaf blower
His seed sower
Gordon loved his Android phone
Madeline, his long suffering spouse of thirty years
Eventually ran out of tears
So neglected, so alone
Flew the coop, departed home
Gordon wedded to his vices
Was duly left
to his own devices…
Alan j Wright
It is Poetry Friday and this week our host is Buffy Silverman, who writes about the eagerness of winter to take the stage in her part of the U.S. With photographs and a poem she paints the scene.