10 thoughts on “Prompt for Hour Three”

1. Thank you for this prompt! I saw “my picture” immediately and almost just as quickly knew what I’d write about. Here goes. . . . With a smile, Jan

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2. Thanks again
   My tanka in response to the beach scene

   piecing together
   what’s left of the jigsaw
   I sputter
   under a sudden wave
   of missing dad

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   2. Oh ok will do

   3. The same in Kannada
      ‪ಜೋಡಿಸುತ‬
      ಒಡೆದ ಚಿತ್ರವ
      ದಿಢೀರಲೆ
      ಉಸಿರು ಕಟ್ಟಿದೆ
      ಅಪ್ಪನ ನೆನಪು

      jODisuta
      murida bombeya
      diDhIrale
      usiru kaTTide
      appana nenapu

      #PoetryMarathon #hour3

3. I swarm. Above them all, I see.
   It’s warm. They frolic by the sea.

   I flap. And down the shore I’m cal’t.
   They nap, kissed by ocean salt.

   I land. I wait to fill my tum.
   On sand, a child drops a crumb.

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4. Hoping I find inspiration for hour three! Hour two’s prompt was a sad attempt, as I had only minutes to create, having spent far too long with wordpress trying to keep my indented lines for the poem I wrote in response to prompt one – failed miserably, and the parenthetical lines are not indented. Alas, I am now behind…

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   1. Cristy -You still have plenty of time, if you need to step away from the laptop to reset, do so!

   2. Thanks, Caitlin!

5. The Sand Surfers

   Little boys and girls wear slick black wet suits
   as they practice surfing on soggy sand.
   With arms outstretched, they pretend to balance
   themselves on un-waxed surfboards, as parents
   dutifully watch them from beneath their yellow
   beach umbrellas. Older children who ocean
   surf wonder when these young fledglings will leave
   the safety of the unwavering sand
   and venture into the sea, to experience
   firsthand the thrilling thrust of undulant
   waves and sea-born independence.

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