Taking what life throws at me one pitch at a time
after losing all
agency it takes a long
hunt to reclaim it
Hello Everyone, I hope you are all well and ready for another Ragtag Daily Prompt. Here is your word for Thursday, 5 September 2024 — AGENCY. Create a post (words/images/both) inspired by this word! Just a reminder, anyone can join in. Link to this post by creating a pingback, or paste the URL of your post […]
RDP Thursday – AGENCY
🎼 Blip it. Blip it good 🎵
Happy Monday!!! The prompt for today is BLIP. Create a post using this prompt. Photos, Artwork, Poetry, Short Story…the options are limitless and then link to this page. Please tag your post “RDP” and “Ragtag Daily Prompt”. Finally, don’t forget to read all the other wonderful posts. Need help with the pingback? You can find […]
RDP Monday: BLIP
Volcanic activity has cracked the crust many times. From the heat of the moment all the way to the heat of infinity. Things warm. Things cool. Giving the energy to other things less energetic. Some things crack. Some things varnish. Some things vanish. All while wearing the cosmic crust of perception. Vulcanizing existence. It’s all in how you crack your fingers. What goes on in the under crust, only Vulcan knows for sure.
Desert varmints will
skitter over sunburned rocks.
Vanish in varnish
The prompt for today is Cracked How many ways you can find to interpret the prompt? Will our photographers find something that shattered our minds? Our writers won’t crack up thinking too hard I hope.. Your fabulous post can be anything – poetry, prose, a drawing, a photograph, wherever the word Cracked sends you. You […]
Ragtag Daily Prompt Thursday: Cracked
Kindling of A.I. origin
Falsehoods flame the main
Fan with boughs of balderdash
Smoke blinds a cache of cash
Murky waters mottle and schmooze
Senseless seekers still abuse
No amount of abluent cleanse
Will wash the historical lens
Cause where there is confusion
Money will be made in profusion
trickle to drizzle
downpour to monsoon gushed down
twixt lush fertile swale
Happy Monday!! The prompt for today is FAN. Create a post using this prompt. Photos, Artwork, Poetry, Short Story…the options are limitless and then link to this page. Please tag your post “RDP” and “Ragtag Daily Prompt”. Finally, don’t forget to read all the other wonderful posts. Need help with the pingback? You can find […]
RDP Monday: FAN
talk to text keeps us
talking not typing staving
off wind deficit .
When everything brings joy
Nothing does
When nothing brings joy
Everything does
I’m beginning to realize I enjoy contradictions. How realize and realise are the same word, just different spellings. Oh, what a slap in the face to the spell correctors of the world. Oh, what joy I found in how many times I had to correct the spell correct to get it to realise that I typed what I typed because I meant what I typed.
Very happy Sunday and the Ragtag Daily Prompt is realize. Sol Duc came to a realization this morning. She realized that the buildings around us are houses and that different people and pets live in each one. Why do I think that? She went up the walkway to our neighbor’s house and sniffed all around. […]
RDP Sunday: realize
Sometimes I can choose
Othertimes I have no choice
Yet things get chosen
Did the bell mean stop or did it mean go. All the bells at school sounded the same. The context of the bell set its meaning. There for the bell early. Not there for the bell late. Was I sitting in class. Was I in the hall heading to my next class. Outside coming in. Inside coming out and bell free for the remainder of the day. Or was I living in a world of bells without context.
Dong Ding Dong Ding
So it goes.
Our prompt for today is “bell”. What does the word mean to you? Compose a post, and share your interpretation of the day’s prompt in words or pictures. You know the rules. Use “ragtag daily prompt” , “RDP” , and “bell” as tags. Add “photo” if you’re sharing a picture, as specific tags make your […]
RDP Wednesday -BELL
Frank Flâneur leaned on his walking stick just outside the saloon. Some might say he was lollygagging, but to the trained eye he was clearly dilly dallying. The few damp crumpled bills in his vest pocket would not get him through the night so a new enterprise was clearly needed in the quest for the elusive spondulix.
As luck would have it she just happened to be hustling her bustle down the boulevard at this precise moment. Standard Moxie was tightly contained in her serious whalebone corset which caused her bosoms to well up over her marginally proper neckline. Frank was captured by the approaching silhouette, enticed by the sideshow cameo, and ensnared into the jetstream of her bustle as it bounced and bobbled down the planked sidewalk.
Standard’s hourglass figure put many exertions into this confirmed flâneur’s beady brain. Exertions that he hoped would extract enough shekels and sumptuous diversions to pass this day and perhaps trail into a weekend of surreptitious and languid luxuries. Standard Moxie’s brief over the shoulder glance upon her stiff passage was all the encouragement this feral cur required. He twirled his waxed mustache, smoothed his gabardine trousers, checked his reflection in the tavern window, and gave himself a wink.
The game was afoot!
If I trace the where, when, why, and how of all the decisions I’ve made the final destination is always right where I am now. So I might as well skip the trace and enjoy the now.
A Scroll Threw Life 