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31 Days of Halloween – Skeleton



Skeleton driving a shiny blue car

Funny calendar joke = “What do skeletons order when they eat at a BBQ restaurant? … Spare Ribs

Skeleton sitting on a porch


My painted rock of a skeleton (black rock – white bones)


They need to come together…be joined…connected somehow. How does it work? All

the ideas, the words…the bones? Joining together the words…ripped from your ideas…your soul…

Disjointed, flopping, flailing, clacking, bleeding upon one another…the bones

of your poem.

They all want your attention…to be the backbone…the one that holds all the words in a cohesive oneness.

It’s a group effort. You have to understand – do you?

Place a boneword in the wrong place, it won’t make sense…though some are not meant to make sense, I fear…

At least to me…

Gather them up…all the ingredients. Place them on the page…just so. Does it walk, talk, speak to you, or does it

Fall to pieces in places?

Is there a special magic…a sprinkling of glitter and good luck that is needed? Maybe…

The words are good, the ideas are there, the emotion of the piece is there…yet, all together the

Skeleton of your poem is lifeless…

What is needed is heart…a beating heart, to revive it, to infuse that zing…that spark of life.

Knowledge…a brain…it has lost it’s way. It knows not where it is going…where does it belong?

The knowledge of form and structure…the skeleton…the brain will tell the bones where they belong.

There will be rogues…O loveable renegades…

Some will need to be shoved into place, some will need to be pried out of position…rearranged…

Against their will.

Do it…just do it…whip those bones into shape. Make that skeleton dance.

Dance to the tune of your imagination…

Then…set those bones free.


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© 2015 (2020) BS

Eugi’s Weekly Prompt – Autumn Leaves


Eugi’s Weekly Prompt – Autumn Leaves


Eugi’s Weekly Prompt “Autumn Leaves” September 14, 2020




Early Autumn, sunshiny day, not hot, not cold, just right. Go outdoors, sit on the porch or in a lawn chair. Or just open a window to sit by. A soft, gentle breeze teases your face. You smile. Close your eyes…you’ve already started your painting. Take a breath…breathe in the atmosphere. Internalize the sensations you feel and hear. Let your soul soar. Leaves in the trees are softly rus-rus-rustling. Some have put on their fall finery of yellows, reds, and oranges, while greens are growing impatient, waiting their turn. Behind your eyelids, you see their dappled colors, like flickering mosaics. Little strobes of glorious fireworks in the dark. Now listen…what do you hear? A dog, not near, bark-ark-arking his existence in this world, just for thejoy of being alive. The musical tink-tink-tinkling of your wind-chimes provides a background for you to layer into your mind painting. Such uplifting, happy notes. A wafting of wood-smoke drifts by on the breeze. Someone is firing up their grill, one more time, before winter’s chill. A bird is squawk-awk-awking for attention. You take a peek, just to see who has fluttered down close by. You see big, black grackles, and doleful doves, rat-tat-tattling for morsels of munchies the cats have left behind in their tin bowl. The cats don’t mind. They are silently snoozing together in a pile, up on the lawn swing, the breeze gently rocking them. Dozing, you want to live in this relaxing place, mind painting forever, but it’s done. Your painting is finished…for now. It is perfectly preserved in your memory, to be cherished, as are many other masterpieces you’ve created. It is good..It is right…It is mind painting


Autumn Leaves Painted Rock

Autumn Leaves Painted Rock


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