PRIZED POSSESSION

FRIDAY 5th APRIL 2021

This is a response to a Flash Fiction prompt from ‘The Daily Post on WordPress’  

Prompt ~ PRIZED POSSESSION

Describe an item you were incredibly attached to as a child. What became of it? 

 

PRIZED POSSESSION

by John Yeo

  High adventure, romance, and crime.

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A uniform array of seats and students,

A desk, an inkwell and a blotter,

A dipping pen with a removable nib,

Blotting paper to soak up the blobs

Inky fingers from leaks and smudges

Nib scratching on an exercise book,

Nibs that got crossed from wearing them in

Tailored to the way you held the pen.

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Train drivers, firemen and cowboys.

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Then a competition for all the class,

The prize to win was a modern pen

Blue in colour with a silver nib

With a container made of rubber within

That was filled by a lever with blue black ink.

Write a story, an essay or a poem

Using inspiration and imagination.

I won that pen through determination.

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Nature, gardens and current affairs.

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I respected that pen for years to come

My writing improved and my comprehension

A prize with hidden value beyond measure

That allowed me to convey my inner thoughts. 

To all around it was just a cheap pen,

To me it represented a treasure fairly won

A gateway to expressing thought on paper

Writing many stories, essays and poems.

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Experiences of life, love and growing up.

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© Written by John Yeo ~ All rights reserved.

This prompt was quite easy for me to answer, as I had already answered something like it in a poetry group Margaret and I were both members of seven years ago. I wrote this poem which is based on an actual event that happened during my school days. The fountain pen I won did give me a lot of service over the years. Sadly, I can’t remember exactly what happened to the pen but the main section of this writing prompt is answered within this poem. I think I probably outgrew or lost this wonderful prize that was responsible for inspiring and enabling me to put my thoughts on paper over many years since.

The Germination of Significance from an Insignificant Seed

THE SOCIAL NETWORK 

THURSDAY 1st APRIL 2021

I’ve decided to switch my attention to another prompt provider, perhaps with more challenging prompts. So far I have completed three months of my New Years resolution to complete a writing prompt every day. A wonderful exercise during lockdown.

This is a response to a Flash Fiction prompt from ‘The Daily Post on WordPress’  

Prompt ~ THE SOCIAL NETWORK . Do you feel like you “get” social media, or do you just use it because that’s where all your friends and family are?

THE SOCIAL NETWORK 

by John Yeo

  The problem with responding to this prompt is the wide-ranging area of the question. I am sure everyone who experiences both the benefits and the negative aspects of social media would have a different view.

  My first introduction to this; at the time, a hazy, mysterious world, was through one of our daughters who was working on an Open University degree and suggested we join Facebook. I think we both have a lot to thank her for, as from that day, we have both embraced the online social media circle in many ways.

 To go back to the first part of the question, I would have to say I certainly do ‘get’ the benefits of social media and also I ‘get’ the prospect of the hidden dangers.

  The main positive factor has always been instant communication with the family wherever in the world they have settled. The sharing of photographs and comments both enables one to literally watch their children growing up in real time.

  A huge benefit to me has been the making of many interesting international friends who have helped me enormously with my writing. 

  Social media has a lot of hidden dangers only counteracted by whatever one reveals to the world of online respondents.

SOCIAL MEDIA

by John Yeo

The question is, ‘Do you ‘get’ Social Media at all?’

It’s the word, ‘get’ that triggers some mild anxiety,

At first the presentation is designed to enthral.

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The feeling of a timeline on your very own wall,

Communicating with your friends and family,

The question is, ‘Do you ‘get’ Social Media at all?’

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Friends suddenly appear to test your ultimate recall

Stretching the limits of your personal privacy,

At first the presentation is designed to enthral.

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Mention a product, start a search, begin to trawl,

Soon your wall contains adverts in a great variety

The question is, ‘Do you ‘get’ Social Media at all?’

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Your close friends and family reveal their almost all

Reminders appear of many an upcoming birthday,

At first the presentation is designed to enthral.

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The twists and turns of opinion can often apall

Despite a feeling of fellowship and friendly society,

At first the presentation is designed to enthral,

The question is, ‘Do you ‘get’ Social Media at all?’

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© Written by John Yeo ~ All rights reserved.

MARCH MIST

SUNDAY 28th MARCH 2021

This is a response to a Flash Fiction prompt from ‘Putting My Feet In the Dirt’, Writing Prompts hosted by ‘M’.
Which can be found by following the link below..

Prompt ~ MARCH MIST

https://puttingmyfeetinthedirt.com/2021/03/01/march-2021-writing-prompts/

MARCH MIST

by John Yeo

  Dawn breaks on a misty March day, frost fills the air and colours the pathway through the fields with a grey-white film. Early March shadows loom and recede along the hedgerows, cast by shrubs and trees. There’s not a sound to shatter the icy silence of the mist-shrouded morning. Then, a deep throated warble sounds from a nearby bush, a fusion of birdsong begins to break the silence, melodiously rising and falling to colour the bleakness of the scene. A Blackbird song signals a new day dawning. The rich quality of the tuneful sound loudly resounds and can be heard for miles around. A natural sound, designed as a territorial warning. He whistles and warbles sweet sound, smooth trilling notes with melodious perfection. 

 Slowly more birds add sound to the dawn chorus; a cacophony of melodic, richly outspoken, deep throated choristers soon penetrates through the March mist.

  Then without warning the smooth flow of notes is broken. A cry of alarm sounds and many wings flap as birds take to the air to escape from the danger of feathers or fur. Their natural defense against man, predatory feline or hawk. When all danger is past the beautiful dawn chorus resumes in a mass of sound. Tuneful and melodic, with perfect clarity. The morning March mist lifts, as a watery sun breaks through the clouds, spreading warmth.

© Written by John Yeo ~ All rights reserved.

INDISCRIMINATE MIXTURES

FRIDAY 26th MARCH 2021

This is a response to a Flash Fiction prompt from ‘Putting My Feet In the Dirt’, Writing Prompts hosted by ‘M’.
Which can be found by following the link below..

Prompt ~ INDISCRIMINATE MIXTURES

https://puttingmyfeetinthedirt.com/2021/03/01/march-2021-writing-prompts/

INDISCRIMINATE MIXTURES

by John Yeo

    Ideas are not easy to attain, they are an amalgam of information. A perfect mixture of acquired information coming together from many sources. So much inspiration is perspiration, while one is waiting for that eureka moment when some seemingly unrelated facts come together.

    My day starts with a habitual routine of little rituals, I wake early and check out my online social media accounts. Then I avidly check the headlines and stories in the online newspapers. Following this I will read a couple of chapters of the current book I’m immersed in. At the moment I have three on the go. ‘The Road,’ written by Cormac McCarthy, a post-apocalyptic novel that vividly illustrates what life could be like for the survivors after a nuclear holocaust. The other two are, ‘Tamburlaine Must Die,’ a novel written by Louise Welsh. My other current book is a reread of Charles Dickens, ‘Oliver Twist,’ an old favourite I am sporadically reading. I have always thought that reading is as important to the formulation of ideas as breathing. 

  These days information arrives from many sources leading to an indiscriminate mixture. There is also a need for contemplation, not a quiet meditation on the meaning of things but a meeting of the outer and the inner eye, a quiet process of mixing, matching and remembering.

  I enjoy the challenge of answering writing prompts by ‘M’, on WordPress. Each day I’m confronted with a random couple of words and I then allow my thought processes free rein to come up with ideas for a poem or a short piece of writing to answer the prompt. Opening up my mind to fill the indiscriminate mixtures between life and art, inspiring ideas. The interesting, usually two word prompt; allows my mind to take off in a flight of fancies. This is the great adventure that is writing, the challenge of going somewhere I may not already have been.

© Written by John Yeo ~ All rights reserved

IMPRESSIVE AND LUDICROUS

FRIDAY 26th FEBRUARY 2021

This is a response to a Flash Fiction prompt from ‘Putting My Feet In the Dirt’, Writing Prompts hosted by ‘M’.
Which can be found by following the link below..

Prompt ~IMPRESSIVE AND LUDICROUS

THE FOLLY

by John Yeo

  Old Tom was always thrilled when he had visitors, particularly when his twelve years old Grandson Ferdy came to visit. 

     ‘Where are we going today Grandad?’

     ‘Well Ferdy, today we shall take a look at Charborough Tower, a well known folly that towers over the surrounding countryside.’

     ‘What’s a folly Grandad?’

   ‘A folly is an impressive, costly, ornamental building with no practical purpose, especially a tower or mock-Gothic ruin built in a large garden or park.’

  ‘Hey Grandad! Why would anyone waste money on something that’s of no use to anyone?’

   ‘I haven’t got a clue Ferdy! Some people have more money than sense. It will be good to see this impressive tower that was such a ludicrous waste of money when it was built.’ 

   ‘Can we go inside and climb to the top Grandad?’

   ‘I don’t think it’s open to the public, Ferdy. In any case I won’t be able to make it up to the top. It’s five floors high.’

IMPRESSIVE AND LUDICROUS

 by John Yeo 

   There will be words that transcend the words that have built the beautiful poetic cornucopia abundantly displayed on a daily basis via this wonderful social medium. Words to dance to in a pretty pattern…Words to dance away from; full of negativity….Words to inspire a wonderful poetic dance. Dancing to the universal tune inspired by many different poetically inspired minds. Love…Peace…Follow your own unique steps…Keep in tune….Follow these wonderful prompts provided by ‘M’

© Written by John Yeo ~ All rights reserved

FACELESS FACES

THURSDAY 18th FEBRUARY 2021

This is a response to a Flash Fiction prompt from ‘Putting My Feet In the Dirt’, Writing Prompts hosted by ‘M’.
Which can be found by following the link below..

Prompt ~FACELESS FACES


FACELESS FACES

by John Yeo

  I find whenever I’m writing a story or piece of poetry, it’s inevitable that my characters will start out completely faceless. 

My job is certainly to word my description in such a way as to gently suggest the characteristics that would build the type of person I’m introducing. 

   My favourite author, Charles Dickens was adept at this, cleverly introducing characteristics that helped the reader form a picture of a person from a faceless face.

  One way is to concentrate on the five senses when thinking of how to construct a character’s face.

Sight~ Eyes, colour, cold blue etc , shape, deformities

Sound~Ears, pointed, flat etc, sharp hearing, loss of hearing.

Smell~Nose, Large, small, pointed, nostrils, hair.

Taste~Lips and tongue, Fashion of spectacles, nose-ring, makeup,

Touch~Rough or smooth velvety skin. soft facial hair.

Written by John Yeo ©  All rights reserved

ONE LAST REMINDER

SATURDAY 13th FEBRUARY 2021 ~ BLOG POST

This is a response to a Flash Fiction prompt from ‘Putting My Feet In the Dirt’, Writing Prompts hosted by ‘M’.
Which can be found by following the link below..

Prompt ~ONE LAST REMINDER

ONE LAST REMINDER

by John Yeo

  Time is moving inexorably, passing almost unnoticeably fast, catching up with us all, unaware of the passing years. It seems just a short while ago I was a young man with a head full of dreams, breaking away from my roots and embarking on my life as a confident, independent young man. 

  Yet somehow, it seems like centuries ago, and I wonder where all the years went. I have certainly lived through them all. I have memories of how it was and of all my hopes and dreams for the future.

   It seems as if the winter of my life has stealthily arrived catching me by surprise. 

   How did it arrive so fast? Where did the years go and when did my young man’s dreams disappear? 

   I remember meeting older people through the years and thinking that those people were years older than me and that the later years of my life were so far away I couldn’t understand or fully imagine what it would be like.

  Looking back over the various chapters of my life, I realize that as I’ve matured my later years have been a kaleidoscope of contentment. It has been almost two decades since I met and married Margaret. During these 17 contented, love-filled years, we have both matured and gracefully aged together.

  Yet here it is! As I enter and accept another season of my life, I’m prepared for all the aches and pains and the loss of strength and ability to go and do things that I wish I had done but I never did!  At least I know that my winter has arrived; I’m not sure how long it will last. I accept that when life is over; it’s over.

   I  certainly have regrets. There are things I wish I’d done. and things I should have done and there are so many things I’m happy to have done. It all goes to living a lifetime. A final reminder if you’re not in your winter yet, let me remind you, that it will be here faster than you think. So, whatever you would like to accomplish in life. Do not wait for tomorrow it may never come.

One Last Reminder – Finish Your Book!

© Written by John Yeo ~ All rights reserved.

LITTLE BY LITTLE

TUESDAY 2nd FEBRUARY 2021
This is a response to a Flash Fiction prompt from ‘Putting My Feet In the Dirt’, Writing Prompts hosted by ‘M’.
Which can be found by following the link below..

Prompt ~ LITTLE BY LITTLE

I lay on the mountainside seeking inspiration. I examined my problem to solve the conundrum. It began to rain, I looked at my watch. A drop of rain landed on my nose and supplied the answer. 

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LITTLE BY LITTLE


by John Yeo

Every day, with the warming return of the watery sun, the snow would melt, then seep and freeze again.

Forming pools of water that would rise and trickle and soon flood the surrounding plains.

 It starts in the mountain peaks, flowing and falling down rocky slopes, creating rivulets and cataracts descending into well-worn river beds. 

Tiny drops of water that little by little would wear away and hone and shape the boulders and rocky escarpments.

 Erosion over time smooths hard rock. 

Water, dripping on a rock over thousands of years, can eat through the rock. 

A river pounding against rock can cut through the rock over an extended period of time. 

Caves, set in the mountainside, created by rainwater slowly seeping through limestone rock, are formed little by little as the centuries turn into aeons. 

Stalagmites and stalactites are formed by traces of dissolved rock deposited by water dripping from the ground above.

© Written by John Yeo ~ All rights reserved

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I realise there is a lot of truth in the old adage, ‘The sands of time grind exceeding small.’ Perhaps a parallel should be, ‘A drop of water can create the sand.’

FRAGRANT FINDINGS

SUNDAY 31st JANUARY 2021

This is a response to a Flash Fiction prompt from ‘Putting My Feet In the Dirt’, Writing Prompts hosted by ‘M’.
Which can be found by following the link below..

Prompt ~FRAGRANT FINDINGS

FRAGRANT FINDINGS

by John Yeo

  The morning dawned to an annual seasonal change. A warming sun bathed the garden with a fertile, floral, light. Colourful blooms in the pastel range lit up the garden borders creating a wonderful sight that heralded the return of sweet fertile Spring.

  Almost overnight, the scene had subtly altered. Green branches were covered with swollen buds. Petals were tightly bound, ready to burst outward to reveal a seasonal floral splendour. Then within a few hours a strong heady floral fragrance drifted outwards from the centre of the blooms. So powerful, even the songbirds were overpowered in the sheer glorious delight of feasting on the multitude of insects that were drawn by this heady ephemeral fragrance. The insects visit the flowers to get sweet nectar. Pollen sticks to the insect’s body. The insect then flies off to another flower where some of the pollen may be transferred to the stigma. This transfer of pollen from one flower to another is called cross-pollination.

 Fragrant findings by insects leads to a chain of circumstances with many outcomes.

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BATTLE OF WITS

SUNDAY 22nd NOVEMBER 2020 

BATTLE OF WITS

by John Yeo

The answer always at the end of the fingertips 

We are sure it will never drift far out of reach

Beating the virus is becoming a battle of wits.

The world has been overtaken by a mutual crisis

Nations collaborating and sharing the research

The answer always at the end of the fingertips.

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The death toll mounting widespread contagion befits

A closedown of society, widespread fear of defeat 

Beating the virus is becoming a battle of wits.

Confinement essential borders just close to friendship 

Perhaps death and sickness have a lesson to teach

The answer is always at the end of the fingertips.

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Science searches desperately for a vaccine to contain it

Prayers for the families with no solution to the breach

Beating the virus is becoming a battle of wits.

The rallying call to the carers, healers and medics

To stem the tide of desperation with a caring outreach 

The answer was always at the end of the fingertips.

Beating the virus has become a battle of wits.

© Written by John Yeo ~ All rights reserved