"The difficulty of literature is not to write, but to write what you mean; not to affect your reader, but to affect him precisely as you wish." ~ Robert Louis Stevenson

Monday, April 4, 2016

Three Chapters Left

Three chapters left—
“Children, can you wait?
I’m finishing a book, so our dinner will be late.”

Three pages left—
“Children, cut it out!
It’s really hard to concentrate with all the screams and shouts.”

Three lines left—
Fire, earthquake, bleeding,
The toilet’s clogged, the house fell down—“I’m coming!”—No, I’m reading.

~ Tamary Shoemaker
(From a prompt at Poetic Asides to write a poem with the title "Three ____." It was already late when I started brainstorming titles, which you might guess by looking at the ones that didn't get chosen:)

Three fudgsicles and four people
Three thumbs up
Three eyes watching you
Three seconds to live
Three piece puzzle
Three earwigs on my leg
Three baskets of laundry and a sink full o’ dishes, that’s why I called you tonight
Three eggs short of a dozen (but I love you anyway)
Three clowns in a dark alley
Three pigeons in the yard, or are they in my head?
Three superheroes is a crowd
Three thousand page novel and it’s due by Thursday
Three remotes lost in the couch
Three is a really bad bowling score
Three doesn’t look like a word anymore

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