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Paint Chip Poetry Prompt #24

It’s week 24, almost halfway through the year of weekly prompts. Some weeks it’s been harder than others to get this posted. This is one of those weeks. You may have noticed this wasn’t up at 7:00 a.m. as usual. I didn’t even have the words and prompt chosen by then.

But I’m determined not to miss a week. As the saying goes, better late than never.

The Challenge: Listen Carefully

I have to confess that I’m not thrilled with this week’s selection of paint chips, but random is as random does. These are what we’ve got. Maybe because I’m in a serious mood but these words lend themselves to a more nonsensical poem.

In the interest of everyone’s sanity, I need you to listen carefully: I’m only suggesting you use two of the seven words or phrases. Choose carefully. Here’s what you have to work with: kindling, hot cocoa, monsoon, purple mountain majesties, fig leaf, rubber ducky, and cheese puff.

My Poem

So here’s what I came up with this morning using just two of the words or phrases.

Listen, My Son, and You Will Hear

Listen, my son, and you will hear
The voice of those who've gone before.
Who treasure freedom, oh so dear;
As kindling burns they ask for more.

Along with freedom let justice ring
Over purple mountain majesties.
And with angelic host do sing;
Trusting God who holds the keys.

Though today it seems all's lost,
Where hatred and power rule the day,
Measure carefully the cost
And follow the truth, the life, the way.

Your Turn

Okay, now it’s your turn. Hit me with your serious or whimsical poems using at least two of the prompt words. You’re certainly welcome to use them all if you can find a way. Post your poem in the comments, or post it on your own blog and share a link in the comments. I can’t wait to see what you all come up with.

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Linda Kruschke

I am a Jesus Freak, and I don't care who knows it. I am a wife, mother, sister, aunt, daughter, and friend. My blood family is only part of the larger family of Christ that I belong to. I love to write, especially about my dear Savior.

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  8. Listen to the Ducky
    Listen carefully and if you’re quite lucky
    You’ll hear the quack of the rubber ducky
    He’s eating cheese puffs and drinking hot cocoa
    Look out when he spills it and cries out “oh, oh”
    The wet monsoons will wash away his cares
    His modesty requires a fig leaf you know where
    The kindling started fire will be his feather dryer
    And purple mountain majesties will let him fly higher

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  9. Listen Carefully

    Some sounds are unique and quite easy to hear
    They trigger the senses and memories appear

    The rain that accompanies the wet monsoon
    Is not drowned out by the noise of afternoon

    Hear the crackling of the kindling in the fire
    Then comes hot cocoa before our evening retire

    Other sounds are subtle or not even heard
    It takes imagination to know they occurred

    The wind blowing through trees makes a sound
    But you may never hear a fig leaf hit the ground

    Purple mountains make majestic backdrops
    To the near sounds of silence of swaying crops

    We all hear the sounds that enter our head
    But we must listen carefully to what is not said

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    • Excellent! And you used 5 of the words. I don’t know if rubber ducky or cheese puff are going to make it into anyone’s poem, but only time will tell.

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      • My 2nd submission covers all the bases, and it took me less than 5 minutes. The midnight ride of Paul Revere was stuck in my head (and apparently yours too), which gave me numerous false starts on this one.

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