7x7x7x7 writing prompt for Write Tribe

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This is my silly poem based on the 7x7x7x7 writing prompt from the Write Tribe.

Here is the first line which is the seventh sentence from the seventh page of a children’s book called “100 Classic Stories.” It was a porridge pot but I can’t help picturing some nondescript hairy beast with hooves and a mind of its own.

Then, one day, it trotted straight out the door
It left muddy hoofprints all over the floor,
I chased it but never did catch the beast
Last I heard it had headed East,
Once again it had broken free,
I decided I would just let it be
And wait for it to return to me.

Comments

  1. Richa SinghJune 18, 2013 at 10:14 AM

    wow a complete circle. Dont we all want that to leave no loose ends in life? I loved your poetic take on prompt :)

    Richa

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    1. UnknownJune 21, 2013 at 6:02 AM

      Thanks very much, Richa. I enjoyed your story very much and thought you did so well with the short word count.

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  2. JENNIFER WILCKJune 18, 2013 at 10:19 AM

    I like your description much better than porridge! Love the classic stories for children.

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    1. UnknownJune 21, 2013 at 6:02 AM

      Thanks so much for the encouragement, Jennifer. Much appreciated.

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  3. UnknownJune 18, 2013 at 10:57 AM

    Awesome job. I am a little daunted by this prompt but you did a brilliant job!

    Kathy
    http://gigglingtruckerswife.blogspot.com

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  4. Bhavya NJune 18, 2013 at 10:17 PM

    Wowie! You did a good job of it :)

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  5. SuzyJune 21, 2013 at 7:29 PM

    A good idea to let thing go. Loved how you turned the porridge pot into a hairy beast and then placed a philosophical message amidst it all. Loved it.

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