Day on the Train: D’Verse Poet’s Pub

Choose one of these paintings from above, and create a poem motivated by the portrait. There is no required poetic form. This is a very open prompt, simply requiring the use of one of Hellesen’s portraits as a jumping off point for your creativity.

“Portrait of Halvor John Schou” also painted in 1911:

I sit and think back
to that day on the train
music and mayhem
dance on my brain
the smell in the air
of sweat, gas and oil
No need to fret
I’m not one to toil
I’d rather relax
and take a smoke with a gal
I remember that day
I remember it all.

©2023 CBialczak

Never Enough

A fish who can’t swim right

Gypsie’s Wonderful World of Words

Picture courtesy of Romolo Tavani

In response to Stein Writing’s
Simply 6 Minutes – Challenge: 05/23/2023

I am a goldfish, I’m orange but I’m called a goldfish, instead of an orange- fish. I suppose I’d be rounder and look more like an orange from one of those green trees up on dry land. Sometimes the big, round orange fruit things roll down the hill and into the water; we all get to have some nibbles when that happens. The best part is in the middle, so I always volunteer to go last in line.

There’s nothing golden about me though. My parents had hoped for a bigger, stronger fish I think. They are trying to force me into being something I’m not by strapping this shark fin to my back. Yes, it’s also a floaty. You see, I’m a gold, orange-fish that can not swim. Every time I try, I…

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If you’re gonna dream, dream big!

Just a typical mom and her kid


This is my entry for Christine’s Simply 6 Minutes photo challenge. Great picture!

By Romolo Tavani

For visually challenged readers, this is a picture of a goldfish with a shark fin strapped to his back

‘Mom, do I have to wear this? All the others are swimming without one’.
‘Yes Finlay, I’m afraid you do until you get your full watergills. It will keep you safe and larger fish will see you as a predator, not prey when we move.’
‘But Mom, they’re all laughing at me.’
‘You’ll have the last laugh believe me as they will all be gobbled up.’
‘But Mom. We’re in a goldfish bowl!’
‘And we may get moved into a tank.’
Finlay pouted and blew air bubbles to the surface.
Sometimes Moms saw too much beyond the picture.

98 words

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