WRITERS COLLECTIVE OF CANADA
Wednesday, June 26, 2024
Hello there,
Here I am with some new writing practices with the same online group Writers collective of Canada. I am finding these workshops more and more meaningful to me and my writing is benefiting from it also. This community is exceptional. It has no pretension but is the best place for a writer to open up and share what I have kept to myself for so long.
The facilitators are another reason why I enjoy the workshops. They have a love of writing and sharing their talents with us. So here I go with the writing of a few workshops I participated in throughout the month.
Thank you for stopping by,
Tuesday, June 11,24
1 DRAFT
Prompt: Must have been about scars we have, physical or within us
The scar left from not being seen
The scar left from not being heard
These are scars that many carry throughout their lives
At some point, one needs to be seen and heard
We are human, it is our life's journey to emerge from them
One can't say unscathed
Yet one needs to address them, face them
It is a long and difficult process to work on them
To rise from them and in the end, live with them.
Peggy Elms, write
Wednesday, June 12, 2024
2 DRAFTS
Prompt: Write about what must be spoken or what's most important to you.
The insides of my body feel so raw right now
How am I going to get up and walk out of here
As if nothing had happened
Did Natalies dad really do what I think he did?
The day had started so peacefully
Nat and I had planned a day at the beach
My parents only agreed when Nat's mom called my parents up
Assuring them I'd be safe with them.
Two pairs of eyes were going to be on us she said to lighten up the ask
For her Dad had taken the day off just so he could be there
Helping to check on both of us
After all the running through the waves
Laughing at each other jumping and falling in them
Natalie asked if we could get the cooler out of the car I'm hungry she said
That's when her dad suggested I go with him
I am happy to be part of helping out
My parents never let me do anything at home
She says I'm lucky because she has a list of chores
She needs to do them before ever going outside to play
Note: I've had a few comments from my fellow writers suggesting I write more of this story. I will do some work on it this summer. Something is calling me to this one.
Peggy Elms, writer
Wednesday, June 12, 24
Prompt: Tree
I'm not sure what happened to the teeny tiny pine tree
My Dad had planted on the lawn of our first and only family home
He had us all gathered there the six of us, Mom, and himself
He talked solemnly as I have rarely seen him do about the small pine tree
As a significant part of our heritage
We thought it was a whole lot of nothing then
But we all mentioned it missing at our last family dinner
Note: This is a 5-minute prompt, we usually have 10.
Peggy Elms, writer
Wednesday, June 19, 2024
2 DRAFTS
Prompt: Write about where you experience magic or write about where you find it in a story.
The smile she gave me through the subway window
The moment her shoulder brushed next to mine
When she sat next to me
The look she had when she crossed the street
The courage it took me to ask if she would like to stop
For a drink instead of heading straight home
The time we spent talking, giggling out silly things and nothings
The unapologetic smile she offered right before she kissed me goodnight
Peggy Elms, writer
Wednesday, June 19, 2024
Prompt: Time
Time waits for no one and I don't want to be late
I grabbed my books and headed on to class
Can you help me with my locker I hear a voice cry out
After a few pushes and shoves it did open
Thanks, I heard as I kept my aim on my class
Slipping in spilled orange soda, I was soaked
The white shirt and light blue jeans were looking like some tie-dye,
orange fluorescent look I was trying to give myself
I wasn't going to be late even if I wasn't going to be clean
I rushed into class, I can't say unnoticed but on time.
Note: This is a 5-minute prompt, we usually have 10.
Peggy Elms, writer
Saturday, June 22, 2024
2 DRAFTS
Prompt: Write about friendship, arrows, songs, or the lasting impact of something said or done.
The night found little Ernest quite broken
Your heart could feel the anguish not only on his face
But the dark room,
The only small bedtable next to the bed
On it the remnants of a glass of some orange liquid
Probably orange juice
A pair of shoes laid apart next to the bed
A few items of clothing that were hard to recognize were trashed around
The tiny room
The poor boy, in a fetal position lying over his unmade bed
His dark blue eyes were bright and beautiful though the puffiness
Around them, it couldn't hurt more to notice
The pillow we from his drained beautiful eyes
His chess puffing from the strain, the pain put on his breathing
He asked when am I going to see Mama again to every adult in the room
And one of them answered.
You'll never see her again Ernie, she's gone
Peggy Elms, writer
Saturday , June 22, 2024
Prompt: Image of someone walking on a tree trunk
Footing slowly, sometimes fast
This walk takes me to the past
To great and happy times all summer long
Where carefree games and laughter always belong
Footing slowly, sometimes falling
Changes carry us and life keeps calling
Footing slowly, sometimes weaving
Close to our families, we keep believing
Footing slowly, sometimes stopping
Until it's time for our time to go forever napping
Note: This is a 5-minute prompt, we usually have 10.
Peggy Elms, writer
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