Set a timer for ten minutes. Open a new post. Start the timer, and start writing. When the timer goes off, publish.
Memories. Fragmented dreams. Making their way into my subconscious. Reminding me of moments. Treasured moments, yes. Precious moments with you.
Conversations inside coffee shops. Me, drinking coffee; you drinking none.
Malunggay pesto. You, reading poetry from one of the books by the shelf; me, just listening, silently pondering.
Pizza. Pasta. I’m not sure why, but we usually eat Italian.
FX rides, tricycle rides, me stumbling and bumbling around.
You, in your boat shoes and “ballerina socks” as you call them.
Me, talking into my phone’s speaker, tears leaking out of my eyes.
So I’m waiting for that moment – two months, three months, four months from now. When I’ll get say “hey” to you again in person. When these fragments become real and not mere wistful imagination.
7 thoughts on “Post a Week: Fragments”
Awesome – a selection of moments – a great way to respond in ten minutes!
Thank you! This made me go a bit crazy. :)) The inner-editor kept editing the sentences every now and again, but the rush to finish something off in 10 minutes was quite… rushing. :D
i think that i should, also, not always listen to my inner-editor [not in relation to writing but in relation to action], to have more spontaneity
That would be fun! :D
Your love of words is inspiring. Great poetic take on the prompt!
Thank you! I guess I become all poetic when I’m under time pressure. :D
All the more reason to be inspired by your poetry!