In response to Scott’s Daily Prompt, Whoa
Ballons in a duvet
An attack on the Martian Embassy
Women in bras jogging
In the moonlight
A car overturned
Sneaking through
The grounds on MI5
Wouldn’t you like to know….

In response to Scott’s Daily Prompt, Whoa
Ballons in a duvet
An attack on the Martian Embassy
Women in bras jogging
In the moonlight
A car overturned
Sneaking through
The grounds on MI5
Wouldn’t you like to know….


Dancing with my wife,
last week the telegraph came:
Coughs ring round the trench.
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Three hundred and sixty-five poems in all shapes and sizes, sprung from dreams and emotion. Published day after day for a year. There are haiku, sonnets, katauta, lanturnes and many other forms – including free form. The moods are as varied as the forms and often reflect my mood on the day. There is sadness and grief, joy and love.
If nothing else – these can provide a small moment in everyone’s stressful lives to stop and contemplate the world in a different way.
Today’s prompt is. Whoa
What’s the most surreal experience you’ve ever had?

In response to Scott’s Daily Prompt, Teachable moment
I am not in the mood to write poetry tonight – or fiction. So this is just a ramble.
I have talked about this before in a previous prompt about teacher’s at school who made a difference. I think there is a method of teaching that works best (at least for me – but I think generally) but is rarely used.
At school we are taught that A + B equals C. We are taught that this happened. We are taught the rules to follow and that so and so did this then.
We are taught to remember these facts. Remember them long enough to pass a test. And then, for most of it, we never use that knowledge again and it is forgotten.
Pointless.
What I experienced very rarely was the teacher who taught us why. What this equals that. Why this has that effect. Why this word works better than that. And then you could extrapolate. They would teach you why and then ask you to work out the next step – which you could do now armed with the understanding of why.
In other words, they did not teach you to remember, they taught you to think! To work things out. Once you can do that, you can think for yourself and you never stop learning.
But while on the subject, I am growing more and more convinced that the whole school system is so out of date. This has been reinforced a few years ago now when we were looking for secondary schools for my eldest son.
We saw some horrors. For example, one school that lined up the kids and did uniform inspections, putting pupils that failed into immediate solitary!
When was the last time you had a job that required a uniform? When, in the few cases left where one is required, was the last time you saw someone disciplined for not having one?
This might seem a trivial point, talking about uniforms instead of curriculums etc, but I think it demonstrates the underlying problem.
We have a school system set that was set up in Victorian times. Its purpose was to churn out obedient employees to work as clerks in rigid office environments. And it still does that! It is trying to turn kids into adults fit for a world of work and a society that does now exist anymore.
And it’s worse than just that. They are largely teaching remembering, not thinking. Back in the Victorian days, maybe even up until relatively recently, that was enough. You just had to remember what you had been taught to do your job. And it worked.
But no longer. Now every job is ever-changing. Everyone’s career, in fact, everyone’s life has become lifelong learning! Skills are ever-shifting and you have to adapt.
Except, the kids are coming out of school not equipped to learn but to remember. I know – I was one of them. It took me years to work out, and then only because of the seeds from the one or two good teachers, that I could learn still. That I could think for myself and work things out. That I could do that without being taught by someone. I could find the knowledge myself.
And there is one last thing that really hammered it home to me.
Because of the pandemic, we have of course been doing a lot of homeschooling. This, in my eldest sons case, meant he was given the materials and framework of a lesson told what he was supposed to achieve – but of course did not have a teacher to ask or to watch over him.
If you think about how schools are set up, the very rules they run on, this surely should have failed.
My son coped well. He did not have to be told to work, he did it. But a strange thing happened.
Sometimes, he struggled with a problem or subject. Now at school, he would have to have persevered until the end of the lesson. He could have asked for help but if he had got that help (in large classes that’s not guaranteed), he would not really have remembered it as well, having not worked it out himself.
At home though, he took a different approach. One nobody taught him to do, but that he worked out for himself. One that I often use myself to great success.
He walked away from the problem. Nort for good – he is not Homer Simpson. What he did was switch to another lesson. Being unconfined by a timetable and having to be in a certain class at a certain time he could do this. And then, when he came back to the original lesson and came back to the problem he could handle it and it suddenly seemed simpler and he could solve it.
I have done exactly that many times. It has been proven to work. The theory being that you distract your conscious mind with something else and let the subconscious work it out – which it does much better.
Plus, you get that buzz from working it out yourself that ensures you remember it better than any number of repetitions.
This kind of learning approach is simply denied them at school by the structures in place there.
Surely, it is time for a complete rethink of the whole education system?

Today’s prompt is. Teachable moment
You have to learn a new skill. Do you prefer to read about it, watch someone else do it, hear someone describe it, or try it yourself?

In response to Scott’s Daily Prompt, Childhood revisited
Don’t be so afraid child Fear will stifle you Fear will cage you in Nothing is as bad As you fear So live Smile And savour passion

On the cusp
Of hell and
Something else
Who knows what

Today’s prompt is. Childhood revisted
Sure, you turned out pretty good, but is there anything you wish had been different about your childhood? If you have kids, is there anything you wish were different for them?

In response to Scott’s Daily Prompt, Karma Chameleon
The sins I must have committed
To deserve my luck
I hope I enjoyed them

Today’s prompt is.
Karma chameleon
Reincarnation: do you believe in it?

In response to Scott’s Daily Prompt, Right to Health
Can we call ourselves civilised? If we do not care For every last person Who needs it

We have handed over our passport
Battered down the hatches
In a siege of our own designing
Some feeling smug justification
Others wondering if they should have done more
All responsible
All of us
Remember this
Huddled behind our walls
When the hunger strikes

Today’s prompt is.
Right to health
Is access to medical care something that governments should provide, or is it better left to the private sector? Are there drawbacks to your choice?

In response to Scott’s Daily Prompt, Choose your adventure
He paused, hand on the door handle. Did he really want to find out what lay beyond?
It was the fate of humanity. Opening the door would find it out. Everything had been prepared as best as his team could. Many sleepless nights, many meetings, many arguments.
Many friendships lost.
Much blood shed.
Would it all be worth it?
Now it came down to it he felt like delaying the moment of truth. Whatever lay ahead would not be real until he made it so by opening that door.
How long could he delay it?
He knew the answer to that. He could not delay it any further. The decision was not his any longer. The fate of humanity was not his any longer, just as it was no longer any man, woman or child’s.
The decision belonged to those beyond the door.
With a deep breath, he turned the handle to find out what they would decree.
So, as the prompt suggests, what’s next? Feel free to continue the story below.

Fortune favours the bold
Risk equals success
People stop seeing risk
And hand over their cash
Their time
Their labour
Their lives
The minority shine
The majority are mesmerised
While they fall

Today’s prompt is.
Choose your adventure
Write a story or post with an open ending, and let your readers invent the conclusion

In response to Scott’s Daily Prompt, Call me maybe
A phone
Is a clock
A calculator
A camera
A notebook
A console
A radio
A TV
A movie screen
A book
An encyclopedia
A chain
A cage

Territory shrinks
As the walls rise again
And the drawbridge is raised
The world is smaller
The worst of times
From long ago
Are opium
Entertainment
Sleight of mind
Meanwhile
Terry the Tory
Sniggers behind
Fake pride
And cheap beer
Protest
Is the latest sport
Avarice
The virtue of power

Today’s prompt is.
Call me, maybe
Describe your relationship with your phone. Is it your lifeline, a buzzing nuisance, or something in between?

In response to Scott’s Daily Prompt, Ch-Ch-Ch-Ch-Changes
Green and quiet With a gentle breeze Sunlight warming A cool drink Solitude Then I am ready

The Elixir
Swept through the void
Hunting
Stars glinting off the
Silver skin
The peak of human invention
Empty and silent

Today’s prompt is.
Ch-Ch-Ch-Ch-Changes
You need to make a major change in your life. Do you make it all at once, cold turkey style, or incrementally?

In response to Scott’s Daily Prompt, Writing room
Green and quiet
With a gentle breeze
Sunlight warming
A cool drink
Solitude
Then I am ready

I’m fresh out of spring
Beyond the long summer days
Winter is coming

Today’s prompt is.
Writing room
A genie has granted your wish to build your perfect space for reading and writing. What’s it like?

In response to Scott’s Daily Prompt, Think global, act local!
We must treasure those Who are close and are willing To help those afar

Blue eyes turned purple
Deep purple and very still
Watching all my life

Originally published in A Spring of Dreams
Today’s prompt is.
Think global, act local!
“Think global, act local.” Write a post connecting a global issue to a personal one.

In response to Scott’s Daily Prompt, Flangiprop!
Flangiprop: Iscis tulartart Iscis tulartart Savvy savvy sah Holah iniquit Everar tala Notah

From the purple eye of death
The last exhaled breath
Comes an aweful doom
And darkness starts to loom
It dims the roads once bright
Quenches golden light
Sends tremors through the land
Like my trembling hand
Trembling on the key
That sets the danger free
Releasing purging fire
Born from grief and ire
Fear will bring the dark
And there is no lighted ark
So hide your fears away
Until the final day

Today’s prompt is.
Flangiprop!
Invent a definition for the word “flangiprop,” then use the word in a post.

Deep bright purple star.
Piercing from the depths of roiling blue gas clouds
And a million billion stars
Outshining Venus and Mars
Swathes like silver paths
Some gathered in spiral wheels
And between them in the sparse dark spaces
Ships blink and travel on by.
A memory from the deepest well of childhood.
A memory that could not have been.

Today’s prompt is.
Burnt
Remember yesterday, when your home was on fire and you got to save five items? That means you left a lot of stuff behind. What are the things you wish you could have taken, but had to leave behind?

In response to Scott’s Daily Prompt, Burning down the house
The mountain rained fire
Castle trembled, emptied of life
In time, forgotten

Meaningless
Less meaning
All our words
Our angry words
Falling on deaf ears
Met with serious frowns
Hiding sneering laughter
Less
Less
Nothing
Only the attempt
Gives us life

Today’s prompt is.
Burning down the house
Your home is on fire. Grab five items (assume all people and animals are safe). What did you grab?

In response to Scott’s Daily Prompt, Through the window
Blue and yellow flashes
Many shades of tan and brown
Black deep with sheens of rainbows
And a brazen red singer
Finally, the black and yellow friend.
The visitors to the table today

Ordinary
Normal
Steadfast
Boring
Nah!
That doesn’t make any money
Excite them
Stimulate them
Make them play
Make them pay
Milk them
Like the cattle they are
I yearn
For ordinary

Today’s prompt is.
Through the window
Go to the nearest window. Look out for a full minute. Write about what you saw.

In response to Scott’s Daily Prompt, Ode to a playground
There are live in graves
Where I used to play
Cramped houses
Looking all proud and clean
Destined to become slums
All dumped on
The orchards of my childhood
The woods where I played

Dreams flying away
In an excess of real life
The stars just don’t care

Originally published in A Spring of Dreams
Today’s prompt is.
Ode to a playground
A place from your past or childhood, one that you’re fond of, is destroyed. Write it a memorial.

In response to Scott’s Daily Prompt, Sliced Bread
Ten thousand songs
In the palm of my hand
I dreamed of always having music
In my ears
I was in love
And I wanted the object of my love
Near me always
Now I have
The iPod, The smartphone
For the music alone
Is the best thing
Since sliced bread

Today’s tragedy
Is the damn acceptance of
Bloody league tables!

Today’s prompt is.
Sliced bread
Most of us have heard the saying, “That’s the best thing since sliced bread!” What do you think is actually the best thing since sliced bread?

In response to Scott’s Daily Prompt, Musical
Music gives us
Emotion without consequence
Exploration without responsibility
Imagination without boundaries
It is the perfect space
To reflect our
Perfect selves

Today’s prompt is.
Musical
What role does music play in your life?

In response to Scott’s Daily Prompt, Dearly Departed
Here I lie A dreamer Who fell in love with the ephemeral And never Made those dreams Concrete
