Window Treasures by Vic Briggs

There are days when words come easily. They pour out. Generous. Sparkling with insight – or so at least I’d like to think. Then there are other days. Days when you wake up and stumble over something as you step out into the world. It may be a mean-spirited piece. A harsh word that caught you defenceless. Or perhaps it is the wave of a moon not yet asleep. It depletes you of will. And no matter how much you may try, you find you soul barren of feeling and your mind racing through the dust, unable to settle on one thought alone.

This is one of those days. Doors will not open. The curtains are drawn, and the beauty of an expired day torn away from me before I could try it for taste.

I refuse to let it end that way, so I delve into my chest of treasures to find another day. One that had not passed me by unexamined. Here is my find. A little creature. It may be a bug, although I can’t be sure. It carries a barrel of flowers into the last moments of today and I share them with you.

Let them make your morrow brighter if yours was a cloudy sky and all the sunnier if contentment is yours.

Daily Prompt: Lookin’ Out My Back Door

A wordsmith’s drought

Drought by Katie Tegtmeyer

Coagulated rain

On barren skin,

Vindictive in its glare;

Lips tethered to a silent scream —

A wordsmith’s drought

Seeks refuge in dispair.

Accursed the hand

That withers in the lie 

Of dreams unwrit,

And wields the anodine

To shield unfound

Its self-conceit. 


Daily Prompt: Three Coins in the Fountain 

The Poet’s Lament


Within an inkwell’s heart interred:

The answer to my sorrow.

If only I should dare ask 

To have it for my own.


And yet, I have allowed each day

To bloom into its ‘morrow

Until the page grew overcast,

Unwilling to atone


For misspent truths

For depths unfound;

And in its blank reproach

My doleful muse is bound.


Daily Prompt: I Believe