And the prompt was a picture of an exercise bike with a FREE sign hanging on it. I chose to write about patience so that could also be the prompt:
Patience
Exercise is patient
until it isn't.
Then it's urgent
Then it's
now or never
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But we don't believe
our blood pressure is high
our cholesterol deposits turn to plaque
The ache in our lower back will become better
- if I just get a massage
- or go to a chiropractor
Hell, exercise won't reallign my spine
Exercise is patient, until it isn't.
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Books -- now books are patient.
They will hold their truths, lies, and secrets forever
Unopened.
Books never whine -
But they do build up . . .
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And grief - grief is patient
It will linger, waiting for your attention.
Waiting.
You can ignore it. It will wait.
It still waits.
lost in priorities leave it to pastor; tell yourself it's normal walking through ditches (i dug them to put you there) what's wrong with your legs? try leaping, like you don't know the answer humor me and be my monkey I'll look at you on the bus I'll look at you on the ground I'll be the one who makes you dirty I'll be the one to watch you wash your feet
Stream of consciousness Re Patience “Love is patient, love is kind..” Doe’s foolishly smiling I brought snacks Catholic wedding Venison jerky Tis going to be a while The groom sized up my date “Love is not boastful.” The bride blushesHere comes that ubiquitous part
sitting here falsely tripping over leaves of skin forgetting the while dreaming of this and that over again for the love of another craving swimming juicing feeling scrambling heaping feeling loved and lost another time is building where should I go a frog whisper I stand here dripping toes wide on a wet leaf hair askew with dew on my brow exulted is a word with empty meaning jumping pushes me closer to breathlessness red shock fills me up I spin wondering what a cause may be fantastic is the light sent up but struggle outlines my shadow the need the want the urge my instinct a plague I should overcome the hurt motivation and loss I will define my life and I will die growing flowers is my purpose where is my watering can gentle rain trickling I love but where can I put it intelligently and with care time is cruel everything has its time but the mind a snap is imaginary do live to love or is love imaginary I hurt to know the truth where is my love did it run through my hands in piles of sand covering my toes I sought to make a castle time passed stone crumbled but whats left but seconds in the minute the small doth define our life aren't we small growing in twisted shapes I touched someone once they turned away I touched someone once who was a friend cruelty is simple and loneliness a sin patience is a virtue that brings about the end.