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FREE WIND

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FRIDAY 12th FEBRUARY 2021


This is a response to a Flash Fiction prompt from ‘Putting My Feet In the Dirt’, Writing Prompts hosted by ‘M’.
Which can be found by following the link below..

Prompt ~ IF I WERE THE WIND

February 2021 Writing Prompts

FREE WIND

by John Yeo

If I were the wind my spirit would be free,

Gusty and uncontrollable, a free wild wind

Dancing with breezy thermals over the sea.

The wind is a spirit set free.

~

My cool breezes wafting, fanning gently

A cooling calm wind can be a passive friend

If I were the wind my spirit would be free,

The wind will always be free.

~

A wild wind raging, blowing relentlessly

Angry power unrestrained without end,

Dancing with breezy thermals over the sea.

The wind is my spirit set free.

 ~

Wafting fluffy clouds across the topography

Gusting sandstorms with a desert whirlwind

If I were the wind my spirit would be free,

The wind will always be free. 

~

When we generate wind power constantly

We harvest the power from the whirling wind

Dancing with breezy thermals over the sea,

The wind is my spirit set free.

~

With squalls blasting and blowing relentlessly

Powering sailing vessels expanding tradewinds

Dancing with breezy thermals over the sea.

If I were the wind my spirit would be free,

The wind is my spirit set free.

~

© Written by John Yeo all rights reserved.

SPLASHES OF INDIGO

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This is a response to a Flash Fiction prompt from ‘Putting My Feet In the Dirt’, Writing Prompts hosted by ‘M’.
Which can be found by following the link below..

THURSDAY 11th FEBRUARY 2021

Prompt ~PLASHES OF INDIGO

February 2021 Writing Prompts
Image credit ~ Indigo banded Kingfisher ~ courtesy of Pinterest 

SPLASHES OF INDIGO

by John Yeo

When the Kingfisher comes inland 

It’s  always a sign of rainfall.

With his splashes of indigo plumage

Reflecting the skies illumination

He announces the arrival of welcome rain.

Living under indigo skies.

~

Everything is burnt and sere,

Parched people on a parched earth

Scratch the dusty soil to survive.

The drought has been severe.

Acacia and Palm trees thrive.

Under the indigo skies.

~

Rainfall arrives with a cool fresh shower

Flushing the dry scarred land clean.

The dust we have been breathing 

Turns to mud. Life is a celebration,

Dancing, laughing and singing. 

We have free, fresh water to drink.

The crops breathe a sigh of relief.

Living under indigo skies.

~

Birds fly down to bathe and drink

In the swiftly forming puddles.

Dry river-beds begin to fill

First with a trickle, then a flood.

Flowers bloom fresh and smile.

Our crops grow green with welcome

Under the indigo skies.

~

Women fill stone jars with water

Balancing the weight on their heads.

People dance and sing once again

Coming together to appreciate the rain.

Clean, clear fresh water is everywhere,

Flushing away the forgotten pain

Of the sad dry months of drought.

Living under indigo skies.

~

 ©  Written by John Yeo, All rights reserved

Image credit ~ Indigo banded Kingfisher ~ courtesy of Pinterest 

MOLDY MISHAPS

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TUESDAY 8th FEBRUARY 2021

This is a response to a Flash Fiction prompt from ‘Putting My Feet In the Dirt’, Writing Prompts hosted by ‘M’.
Which can be found by following the link below..

Prompt ~ MOLDY MISHAPS

February 2021 Writing Prompts

When I first saw this prompt I thought there had been a spelling error. Apparently mould is spelt without the  letter ‘u’ in the USA. 

I understand mold as something you creatively build for example something made in clay or plasticine.

MOLDY MISHAPS


by John Yeo

Life can be a series of moldy mishaps 

Perfection will always be hard to achieve

We should embrace life as the years elapse.

~

If the downs overshadow the ups, perhaps,

It would be understandable for us to believe

Life can be a series of moldy mishaps.

~

Understanding is the way to see traps 

A contented mind should be easy to weave

If we embrace this life as the years elapse.

~

Enjoy the moment, there will be drawbacks

Recognition helps us to see and perceive

Life can be a series of moldy mishaps.

~

Moldy mishaps will never be handicaps 

If a smile shines through to help us relieve

We should embrace life as the years elapse.

~

Love is formed by positive meaningful scraps

With the antidote from the vibes we receive

If we embrace this life as the years elapse,

Life could never be a series of mouldy mishaps.

~

© Written by John Yeo ~ All rights reserved

THE EGG NEST

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SUNDAY 7th FEBRUARY 2021

This is a response to a Flash Fiction prompt from ‘Putting My Feet In the Dirt’, Writing Prompts hosted by ‘M’.
Which can be found by following the link below..

Prompt ~ THE EGG NEST

https://puttingmyfeetinthedirt.com/2021/02/01/february-2021-writing-prompts/

THE EGG NEST

by John Yeo

This brain of mine is an egg nest. 

A place where ideas are hatched

Nurtured, formed and expressed.

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An idea as an egg waits to manifest

A thoughtful process unmatched

My fertile brain is an egg nest. 

~

A fertile egg brings life to invest

Pulsing, as neurons are matched 

Nurtured, formed and expressed.

~

The egg-hatching process is best

When the data is quickly dispatched.

This brain of mine is an egg nest.

~

Germination of ideas processed

A theory coming together is attached

Nurtured, formed and expressed.

~

Neuronal pathways are impressed 

As the fertile thoughts are cached

Nurtured, formed and expressed.

This brain of mine is an egg nest. 

~

© Written by John Yeo ~ All rights reserved.

TWIN FLAMES FOREVER

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SATURDAY 6th FEBRUARY 2021

This is a response to a Flash Fiction prompt from ‘Putting My Feet In the Dirt’, Writing Prompts hosted by ‘M’.
Which can be found by following the link below..

Prompt ~ TWIN FLAMES FOREVER

February 2021 Writing Prompts


TWIN FLAMES FOREVER

by John Yeo

We always knew when the twins were around
Lenny would whistle, with a merry tune
Louise would talk quietly to herself out loud,
Their whole world was built on creative sound.

Twin flames burning, developing together.

~

Lenny became a gifted musician,
Hitting the heights with his every note
Courting his audience with sounds sublime
In many joyful musical compositions

Twin flames burning, together forever.

~


Louise became a writer transforming words
Rehearsing poetry and prose unbowed
Vocalising and testing words out loud.
Testing her thoughts on the listening birds

Twin flames identically developing together.

~


Twins, creating patterns of words with music
Together a symphony of mingling works

Burning with identical intensity wherever 

Lenny and Louise celebrated music and words

Twin flames burning, mixing their magic forever.

~



Copyright © Written by John Yeo ~ All rights reserved

BECAUSE OF YOU

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WEDNESDAY 3rd FEBRUARY 2021

This is a response to a Flash Fiction prompt from ‘Putting My Feet In the Dirt’, Writing Prompts hosted by ‘M’.
Which can be found by following the link below..

Prompt ~ BECAUSE OF YOU

February 2021 Writing Prompts

BECAUSE OF YOU


by John Yeo


Because of you,

My life has changed irrevocably

The life that I had,

is now over and gone forever.

We built our lives anew,

Enjoying each other happily,

Our meeting was our launchpad

We will always be happy together.

~

Because of you,

We travelled together affectionately

Never a moment to be sad

With memories forever to treasure.

I’m sure somehow we both knew

We would shape our lives eventually

Taking the good with the bad

Loving each other, whatever.

~

 l hope you will see, 

It’s you I thank for the life that we lead,

because of you.

© Written by John Yeo ~ All rights reserved

LITTLE BY LITTLE

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TUESDAY 2nd FEBRUARY 2021
This is a response to a Flash Fiction prompt from ‘Putting My Feet In the Dirt’, Writing Prompts hosted by ‘M’.
Which can be found by following the link below..

Prompt ~ LITTLE BY LITTLE

February 2021 Writing Prompts

I lay on the mountainside seeking inspiration. I examined my problem to solve the conundrum. It began to rain, I looked at my watch. A drop of rain landed on my nose and supplied the answer. 

~~~~~

LITTLE BY LITTLE


by John Yeo

Every day, with the warming return of the watery sun, the snow would melt, then seep and freeze again.

Forming pools of water that would rise and trickle and soon flood the surrounding plains.

 It starts in the mountain peaks, flowing and falling down rocky slopes, creating rivulets and cataracts descending into well-worn river beds. 

Tiny drops of water that little by little would wear away and hone and shape the boulders and rocky escarpments.

 Erosion over time smooths hard rock. 

Water, dripping on a rock over thousands of years, can eat through the rock. 

A river pounding against rock can cut through the rock over an extended period of time. 

Caves, set in the mountainside, created by rainwater slowly seeping through limestone rock, are formed little by little as the centuries turn into aeons. 

Stalagmites and stalactites are formed by traces of dissolved rock deposited by water dripping from the ground above.

© Written by John Yeo ~ All rights reserved

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I realise there is a lot of truth in the old adage, ‘The sands of time grind exceeding small.’ Perhaps a parallel should be, ‘A drop of water can create the sand.’

TURBULENT TRANQUILITY

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MONDAY 1st FEBRUARY 2021

This is a response to a Flash Fiction prompt from ‘Putting My Feet In the Dirt’, Writing Prompts hosted by ‘M’.
Which can be found by following the link below..

Prompt ~ TURBULENT TRANQUILITY

February 2021 Writing Prompts
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TURBULENT TRANQUILITY


by John Yeo

Beautiful sunshine promised peace with tranquility

The view was stunning from the precipitous cliffs,

Changeable skies oversaw a delicate fragility.

~

A peaceful prospect, masking seasonal volatility

In spite of tempestuous, turbulent conflicts

Beautiful sunshine promised peace with tranquility.

~

Mild breezes added to the peace with serenity
Blue skies follow grey skies in a chain of shifts

Changeable skies oversaw a delicate fragility.

~

High waves crashed into the shoreline relentlessly

Seasonal turbulence demanding peace that submits

Beautiful sunshine promised peace with tranquility.

~

Harsh winds and rain threaten rapid changeability

Breathtaking, precipitous, rugged beauty persists

Changeable skies oversaw a delicate fragility.

~

Turbulent tranquility bodes for a natural hostility

A peaceful stormy beauty that belies the mix

Changeable skies oversaw a delicate fragility

Beautiful sunshine promised peace with tranquility.

~

© Written by John Yeo ~ All rights reserved

CRESTFALLEN CURVATURE

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SATURDAY 30th JANUARY 2021

This is a response to a Flash Fiction prompt from ‘Putting My Feet In the Dirt’, Writing Prompts hosted by ‘M’.
Which can be found by following the link below..

Prompt ~CRESTFALLEN CURVATURE

January 2021 Writing Prompts

CRESTFALLEN CURVATURE


By John Yeo


Giraffes are an example of selective breeding,
Thousands of years as a means of survival,
Their necks have grown longer and longer.
By stretching aloft to the tallest of trees
Where the sweetest shoots burst forth
They feed high above their competitors reach,

Their necks grow stronger and stronger.

~

Without the benefits of height to assuage hunger
Without their heads in the clouds at the treetops.

They rapidly become sad on a shrubby plain
The unfortunate giraffes have to bend
Reaching down to alleviate their hunger.
The reversal of the accepted survival law.
Survival of the shortest and fittest.

~

Continuous stooping and bending their necks

Creates a permanent twist in the tendons.

A serious curvature, contrary to normal posture,

Results in the survival of short-necked giraffes

Over generations; against the course of nature,

Leading to helpless, hopeless, hunger,

Resulting in time to a painful curving spine.

~
Would shorter giraffes with an easier reach
Able to feed from the tops of the shrubs
Become the most attractive to females?
Would shorter necks become the norm
After a few generations of breeding?

Perhaps the result of this crestfallen curvature 

Would be survival of the shortest and fittest.


© Written by John Yeo ~ All rights reserved.

TIME’S DOORSTEP

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THURSDAY 28th JANUARY 2021

This is a response to a Flash Fiction prompt from ‘Putting My Feet In the Dirt’, Writing Prompts hosted by ‘M’.
Which can be found by following the link below..

Prompt ~TIME’S DOORSTEP

January 2021 Writing Prompts

 

TIME’S DOORSTEP

by John Yeo

In the time of the after-time of Supertime,

Time’s doorstep will always be shrouded in mist.

~

Death is a Passover from the self to the Superself,

Life is a preparation for the Superlife to come,

Life is infused with pain struggle and strife

Time’s doorstep will always be shrouded in mist.

~

Heartbreak at the loss of Husband or Wife

The bonding and non-verbal closeness is riven

Torn apart from one dimension to another

Time’s doorstep will always be shrouded in mist.

~

Tears and sorrow, mourning and desolation,

Guilt and sadness pass in times revere,

Pain-free, now bathed in Superlight,

Time’s doorstep will always be shrouded in mist.

~

A beautiful person, who lived, loved and laughed here,

Has passed from our consciousness but still feels near,

In memories, images and many a dried up sad tear.

Time’s doorstep will always be shrouded in mist.

~

In the time of the after-time of Supertime,

Time’s doorstep will always be shrouded in mist.

© Written by John Yeo ~ All rights reserved