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#FromOneLine 434 Where can we go with just one connecting #prompt line? Let's see how many different places we can discover from just one starting point! Start your poem/vss with the opening line : The streets are full of ghosts #FromOneLine 434 #prompt

It was a rhetorical question that started the apocalypse. It was like he'd been waiting for the permission. Odd give his position. The two of us, dyptych: horror; serenity. 'What have you done?' I whispered. 'Why don't you go fuck yourself?' he said with a smile. #fromoneline

It was a rhetorical question but you still showed me the raindrops, pointed out the pink sunrise. You handed me a shiny pebble and a feather found in the grass. You filled my day with simple wonder and my question was forgotten for a moment though still lingered. How will I go on? #fromoneline 433

It was a rhetorical question I think as my eyes roll Almost involuntarily Mansplaining at its unfinest What is the need for this? Aggravation overload My brain may explode I send brain waves To just shut it up Nevermind It's better I find To just walk away #FromOneLine

It was a rhetorical question. He answered it anyway, going off on a tangent, longwinded, loquacious, starting with Adam & Eve, punctuating his philippika with his raised finger, until he finally came to his usual conclusion; "Don't get my carpet dirty!" #FromOneLine

𝔸𝕗𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕊𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕣𝕣𝕖𝕝 𝔹𝕦𝕣𝕚𝕖𝕤 𝕀𝕥𝕤 𝕋𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕤𝕦𝕣𝕖? 𝘐𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘢 𝘳𝘩𝘦𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘪𝘤𝘢𝘭 𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯. No one knows, least of all the squirrel, or so I’ve been told. The best result: more oak trees growing from the hidden stash. At worst, there will be fat squirrels and a new brood. #BlueSkyRemnant #FromOneLine 433

It was a rhetorical question Framed to persuade More statement than query Very heavy on the parody And yet it was taken seriously by the many troll influencers in #training residing here on Twitter who are literally allergic to nuance #FromOneLine #inkmine #poetry #poem #vss365 #poetry

It was a rhetorical question from this nightshift wordsmith. Asking; so who's really true to the game / part of the resistance? Some will persist; what, others cut and run? We fight against the abyss destined policy, we won't come undone. #FromOneLine, #unchainedsymphonies, #OurPoetryX, #Amatory

#FromOneLine 433 It was a rhetorical question. It looked like a real question. Yet in its grammatical matrix was a social barrier that repelled any information offered. The localized vacuum created an awkward silence, so dystopian techs created a verbal diarrhea machine, aka AI, to fill the void.

It was a rhetorical question but I’m convinced the world is broken, cracked into pieces floating in the ocean, speaking different languages, believing conflicting religions and all convinced we are right; that’s not the answer you wanted, It’s the one I have #fromoneline 433 #poetry

It was a rhetorical question Yet you smiled louder than before, Lost in thought without a map, Silence stretching for miles. By the time you snuck in Through the window of my thoughts I hid in the fridge Frozen in embarrassment, Afraid to melt By the warmth Of your answer. #FromOneLine 433 #poetry

It was a rhetorical question The answer I thought self evident Just trying to wrest a reaction Another failed attempt at conversation in hope of a reconciliation with the remnants of your thread bare soul #fromoneline #inkmine #wordlepoetry #poetry #poem

It was a rhetorical question I shot out into the cyberspace expecting nary any dissent to what I thought was established precedence How shocked was I by the many responses of extreme variance crafted with limited intelligence and minimum wit #FromOneLine #inkmine #poetry #poem

It was a rhetorical question wrapped in anticipation of a new found #commitment to forego divergent opinions in yet another quest for reconciliation Tis agreed by all that a truce would be in our best interests but pride remains our relentless enemy #FoxProse #inkmine #vss365 #fromoneline #poem

It was a rhetorical question Yet you look gobsmacked How can it be possible? I never considered you a genius But I never took you for a fool Nothing you say belies You’re stubborn intentional stupidity #FromOneLine 433 #writingprompts

It was a rhetorical question Not designed to elicit any kind of measured response since this was not an info seeking interrogative Since the many answers varied our core assumptions weakened as insidious #doubt crept in and undercut our narrative #vss365 #fromoneline #poetry #imkmine #poem

It was a rhetorical question Allegorical, metaphorical But the oracle waxed lyrical Telling about art historical Everyone ended up hysterical No miracle, nothing pythagorical Only life phantasmagorical On a planet spherical #FromOneLine 433 #poem #poetry #poetrycommunity

#FromOneLine 433 #writing #LifeLessons 🤕 It was a rhetorical question, but I answered it anyway. "No... no thanks. I've found, in the past, a punch in the face to be a unwelcomed experience. How about you? Would you like one?" 😏 My sarcasm was not well received. He punched me in the face. 👊

It was a rhetorical question Or so he thought “How do they let him continue to embarrass himself?” He didn’t realize he’d asked it in a room Where it would start a spirited debate About whether he was a sickly elder Or a brilliant genius Were “they” abusing him Or genuine believers

2/3 ...in every living cell. Now, soft Zephyrs carry a last whiff of frost as people still think of putting the kettle on after visiting me. They are unaware of the heavy heart graffiti buried beneath my lawn. Runners taking up their training in early Spring are a welcome distraction. But it...

#WritingCommunity #vss365 @ourpoetryx.bsky.social @darkxfer.bsky.social @sonnetsmith.bsky.social @fromoneline.bsky.social - The Place Remembers It was a rhetorical question: "I wonder what this park has seen." But it unravelled a memory of the cinder I've thrived on. It persists... 1/3

My grandfather‘s walking stick Is cosplay He doesn’t need a stick It helps maintain the old man façade He waits, anticipates He knows you will underestimate him When you do His cane will become a cudgel. #FromOneLine 432 #writingprompts

My grandfather’s walking stick Is still there, in the corner Of his old bedroom His worn down sneakers Are still there, in his wardrobe Everything is as it’s always been Except he’s no longer there Only his ghost is still Shuffling down the corridor #FromOneLine 432 #vss365 #poem #poetry

When I visit him on Sundays, it’s our day, just us. We still manage to go for our walks after Sunday dinner, the fresh breeze in our hair. We don’t walk as far now, but we still collect conkers as we go, he knocks the branches with his stick and we laugh as they rain down on us.

My grandfather’s walking stick was the darkest brown, with pretty sunflowers dotted on it here and there. He hadn’t had it for long, but after the crash his legs became more wobbly. #FromOneLine 432 #2WordPrompt #long #knock #InkMine #crash #OurPoetry #farther #ThingsToWriteAbout #sunflower

My grandfather's walking stick came as a surprise. I didn't know she'd kept it. She hadn't gotten along with him, nor he her. Dad hadn't reached his height. A piece of wood that'd made me groan. Now I share my walks with them, point to different things for each. My shoes are comfy. #fromoneline 432

#FromOneLine 432 My grandfather's walking stick decided that being held by a human hand was terribly old-fashioned. With a clack-tip-tap, it skipped out the door & down the lane. It gave a playful poke to a heap of crunchy autumn leaves & inclined itself politely to a bewildered squirrel.

I remember my grandfathers walking stick and how it would bend on the concrete as he raced in quick slow motion to the store for my grandmother's love never did he stop even when breathlessness spun him pain even when the skies soaked him cold in rain #FromOneLine 432

My grandfather's walking stick from the Old Country made of the finest mahogany has been passed down from the generations I hear the #sounds of yesterday when he tip taps down the hall A comforting reminder of my past and the hobbled legacy that awaits me #FromOneLine #vss365 #poetry #poem

𝑴𝒚 𝒈𝒓𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒇𝒂𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓'𝒔 𝒘𝒂𝒍𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒄𝒌 is still in the corner, 𝔸𝕗𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝔽𝕠𝕘𝕙𝕠𝕣𝕟 𝕊𝕠𝕦𝕟𝕕𝕤, He never came back for it, and now how he never will. The #petunias still bloom in the flower beds next to the porch, but the #sound of the trowel is silenced. #FromOneLine 432 #BlueSkyRemnant #BraveWrite #vss365

The cancer finally took him in April. It was raining but a blackbird sang outside from the top of the cherry tree. We put his stick in his coffin. Tomorrow I'm heading to the woods to find my own. 4/4 #FromOneLine 432

In December, his stick supported his steps through the dark woods when no path was discernible. 'What is, is,' he would say. 'Follow the stick. We can get through it.' Nana held his other hand as his strength left him. They walked together, both thankful for the life they had shared. 3/4

As it aged, it ripened to ebony. On Sunday afternoons in September he would lead me to the brambles, hold back the thorny briars with his stick that I might pluck the warm, bulbous fruits and taste the last of the summer sun as I mashed them between my tongue and the roof of my mouth. 2/4

My grandfather's walking stick was gratitude. He leaned on it his whole life. He cut it from a blackthorn as a young man, whispering thanks to the Lady of the Sloes. He sanded and oiled the wood, rounded the knotty handle to the cup of his palm, and fitted a ferule of beaten copper. 1/4

My grandfather's walking stick was gratitude. He leaned on it his whole life. He cut it from a blackthorn as a young man, whispering thanks to the Lady of the Sloes. ... #FromOneLine 432

4/5 ...snowflakes Cover my branches It was not my intent to drink his blood Now I am incensed At humanity's Primeval chicanery And atrocities Wait until my roots are free... - #BraveWrite #WeirdMicro #PromptCombo #WildWalkPrompt #thingstowriteabout #MPPrompt #AmpersandAfterDark #BSPP58 ...

3/5 ...young It seems like The blink Of a beech's eye Since time flew by The oaken doors to their hearts fell shut The threshold A liminal passage Now blocked And forgotten Hearts rotten like the old man's carrion The earth between us Weighing on his bones As artisan...

2/5 ...black thread Still mark The drawdown delta I've let my bark grow around it My dark-blue fruit And long thorns Are standing out Against a reddening sky As I wonder from afar What has become Of this family That once Was so kind They gave me my home when I was...

#WritingCommunity #vss365 #FromOneLine 432 #horrorprompt #poetry - A Tree's Musings On Shut Doors "My grandfather's walking stick Was made of the fallen branch Proffered by an old sloe tree Standing on a nearby pasture" They tell everybody in the village Six inches Of... 1/5

My grandfather's walking stick I rely on daily now that the years have caught up to me I place flowers on his grave and while the earth between us mutes our conversation he mentors me more today than he did back when I was too headstrong to listen to his wisdom #FromOneLine #foxprose #poetry #poem

#FromOneLine #432 My grandfather Like most grandfathers Shared volumes of stories The fascinating part for me Was watching the face of My grandfather’s walking stick It’s dragon head would roll its eyes Or imperceptibly nod in confirmation 📷:EBay

My grandfather's walking stick Stood in the corner He hated that thing His pain was horrible But he was incorrigible Placed by the front door As he walked out Grumbling and fumbling Stubborn old man He just wanted To not have to #FromOneLine

#FromOneLine 432 #writing #prose #vss #seance #spooky #Halloween 👻👴

2/2 did he really need it? My dad doesn't even remember why he had it in the first place. Maybe it was just a prop for another of his shaggy dog stories. #FromOneLine

#FromOneLine 1/2 My grandfather's walking stick - he used it for a lot of things: as a pointer or to get chestnuts out of the trees for his grandchildren. He'd also let them use it as a hobby horse. But ...

My grandfather's walking stick is main memory of him I have when he played with us or was angry at us when he peeled peeches for us or when he was annoyed at us he is not sitting in his room anmore but behind the door still is there my grandfather's walking stick #FromOneLine

#FromOneLine 433 Where can we go with just one connecting #prompt line? Let's see how many different places we can discover from just one starting point! Start your poem/vss with the opening line : It was a rhetorical question #FromOneLine 433 #prompt