TUESDAY 14th JULY 2020

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..


by John Yeo

‘Don’t tell me it’s fate.

I know it’s sad to relate, but I had to do it before it was too late.

After all, I am getting on and I’ve reached my elderly years.

The consequences of holding off would engender fears

Spending the rest of my life with the deep frustration of not accomplishing a dream.

 My instincts told me when to act, don’t hesitate by using polite tact.

Take the bull by the horns and never stop to look back. 

Hesitation is a stumbling block to the accomplishment of long held schemes. 

Some would say the only way forward is to follow your dreams.

Seek the answers by studying every aspect exceptionally well,

Weigh up the pros and cons and feel your confidence swell.

Each minute one spends in dithering and simple procrastination 

Is a stumbling block that will deny me the satisfaction.

Finally when time comes together and it begins to gestate 

The last thing I need after planning and scheming the wait

Is for me to respond, yeah that’s great!  (Don’t tell me it’s Fate).’

© Written by John Yeo

Blame it on Fate


For this week’s prompt, take the phrase “Blame (blank),” replace the blank with a word or phrase, make the new phrase the title of your poem, and then, write your poem. Possible titles include “Blame it on the Rain,” “Blame Yourself,” “Blame the Bad Guys,” and so on.

Blame it on Fate

I worked very hard to get over the blight,
Then to fashion a quill that would actually write.
Pick the feather up and begin to sharpen
The end into a perfect nib.

An inkwell full of Indian ink,
Jet black and smooth almost velvet in texture,
Next a parchment that was specially prepared
To record the unfolding events.

The seers and prophets had forecast the end
Of the world as we know it is nigh,
They say the information was revealed,
From prophetic knowledge of old.

The sands of time have passed by the mark,
When we should be part of the past
The star in the North is still burning
The light is overcoming the dark.

Why is the end of the world so late?
I measured the sands and counted the days,
The solar and lunar forecasters will state
Scientific evidence will blame it on fate.

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