Ready, Steady, Write #22

Reflect on this image

Notice what comes into your mind…

a story? a poem? a memory? a stream of thoughts?

Pay attention to the texture of your emotions

focused and blurred

Write for ten minutes

Share your response to the prompt

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3 Responses to “Ready, Steady, Write #22”

  1. Kristin
    September 12, 2012 at 8:38 am #

    While it is a most charming image, all I can think of is how much I could simply run through a tunnel… run towards something new and exciting and away from some of the absolute nonsense within I surprisingly find myself mired…

  2. Karen H.
    September 24, 2012 at 2:24 pm #

    My Dad used to take us to parks. I grew up thinking that’s where all dad’s took their kids when they didn’t live with them anymore. When I was about eight, my Dad took just me to what was then a new park behind the federal building in Westwood. I don’t remember where my older siblings were that afternoon, but I do remember loving that it was just us. I slid down the slide a few times and then sat next to him on the grass under a newly planted tree. I’m not sure what we were talking about, but as I listened to him I stared at his face and started to see him as a bunch of moving parts rather than as my dad. His eyes appeared separate than his nose and mouth that was talking. I didn’t like the feeling and I remember blinking my eyes a few times on purpose to make whatever was happening go away. It did. And without him ever noticing, he went back to looking like a whole person to me- the entirety of the man that was my dad. And I was happy again. Just us, at the park.

  3. Frahnseen
    October 22, 2012 at 11:10 am #

    The child running away from the adult she has become. Fast, in a blur, without premeditated thought, Just pure gut instinct. I do not like that person. That adult person I have become is judgmental of others, of herself and is frightened to just be who she is. Feeling the end of her life closer than the beginning and afraid to start over again. Dissatisfied with her path once again or maybe just wanting to turn the page to a blank one and start a new chapter. Afraid of making bad choices again or not able to accept her choices as not good or bad, but just a path she was meant to take. Feeling lost and adrift when she so judgmentally thinks she should be in control by this time in her life. Emotions scattered and diffused into an aura of unsettling murky water. Not sure of the depth or the temperature or what may lurk below the surface. Afraid to take the plunge, standing on the shore fully dressed just imagining how refreshing the water might be. Afraid to even remove her shooes and socks. Run away from this adult. Far away and as fast as you can litle girl. Dont’ grow up.

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