August Writing ~The first of its kind #AugustWriting

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A spark ignites synaptic threads

That bulb of a thought floats above heads

Conceptual spirit launches a drive

Incentives to make dreams come alive

Pieces are measured for first fabrication

Failings induce relenting frustration

The drawing board awaits that eventual return

Determination fueling  midnight oil’s burn

Futility in attempts await in going forward

Expectations for success are rapidly lowered

Exit the stream where all ideas stop

An alternate variable picked outside the box

Hopes elevated in attempting yet another birth

Another failure would be synonymous with self worth

At last, a success this thing born from inventive minds

A construction of spirit, the first of its kind

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Written for the August Writing Prompt – The first of its kind – Day 6/31

August Writing Prompts

FOWC~ Scary and stalled #Fandango

Why attempt an escape from this current decline

Such silly endeavors merely waste all your time

This returned stagnation again feels so warm

No incentive to make illusions as you did once before

While in this dim state, a tarnish clouds all your past writings

You’re fooled that their words had nourished basically nothing

Are you sold yet on this dampening distraction?

When in fact it’s true purpose is pausing your passion

Sift through these obstacles cluttering your artistic recession

Find a new spark out of this darkening suppression

Resurrecting your muse can seem rather scary

Unleashing its fury long held down by a sloth adversary

 

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Sunday Writing Prompt ~ Untitled Masterpiece

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“FANTASTIC!” proclaimed Avi LeBline.

“The feelings it portrays, how people rise up and fall within the totataliarian confines of society..the colors and strokes…all so beautifully portrayed in this”

The “this” that noted art critic Avi LeBline was raving about was Westfield Galleries latest painting acquisition. Simply entitled “This is mine.” The painting was done by a relative newcomer to the abstract art world, one Mr. Oscar Malone. His painting had been seen by some recent employers of his and they in turn helped get Mr. Malone’s work to be put on display.

“This man is a genius, So much attention to detail and such raw passion!” Avi had a small group of followers standing by him (like he always does), mesmerized by his words within every critique. His opnions on paintings were known to make or break the career of an artist.

“Where is Mr. Malone? I simply must speak with the genious behind this masterpiece”. Avi and his entourage looked around the gallery, finalling spotting Mr. Malone walking towards them. The group started to applaud as he stepped up to them, embarassing Mr. Malone a bit.

“My dear fellow, You have taken my breath away with this piece! Please take us in your mind, tell us your inspiration for such mastery.” Avi turned to look at the piece once again, in awe.

Mr. Malone looked around at the small group now paying full attention to his every word.

“Oh, this?” Malone said as he pointed up to his artwork.

“Well, I got the idea for this after the sausage sandwich I had for lunch last week. See, I own my own paintin’ business. Me and my partner were working on the insides of these new offices downtown and we started arguing over can belch the loudest. Next thing ya know, we started throwing paint at each other…”

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Inspired by the Sunday Writing Prompt from Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie and The Haunted Wordsmith’s #19 genre writing prompt. (comedy)