“Hey, brother.” Fat Greg lifted the flap of Earl’s camping tent and prodded him unceremoniously. “Wake up.”
Instantly, Earl was awake. Sleeping rough for more than twelve years had taught him to always keep one eye open, and he had long since gotten used to Greg’s behavior. Besides, having a friend was a matter of survival on the street. “Hey, Greg! It’s gotta be past midnight… What’s up? Did you score any dope tonight?”
Fat Greg was always high on something. He said he couldn’t survive on the streets otherwise. “Hells yeah, bro. I’m high as a kite right now… Hey, listen… Whaddaya think of the sky?”
“The sky, bro! The sky!”
“Of the sky? Of the sky? Seriously? Greg, I’m living in a tent in the street! Of the sky?”
“Night walks scattering poems, bro! The stars sway on threads of gossamer!”
d’Verse prosery is flash fiction with a beginning, a middle and an end, in any genre of the author’s choice, no longer than 144 words. This very short piece of prose must include an assigned line from a poem, within the 144 word limit. Writers may change the punctuation of the assigned line, but they may not insert words within the quotation.
In the street of the sky night walks scattering poems.–e. e. cummings, Tulips and Chimneys, IX- Impressions
42 thoughts on “Night walks scattering poems”
creative and engrossing!
🖤🙏🏻 Lov 🙏🏻🖤
Your Prosery is beautifully conceived … and speaks to so many without homes. I keep plastic bags of ‘essentials’ in my automobile trunk. Soaps, toothpaste, warm socks, protein bars … hand them out wherever, whenever I can.
🤎🙏🏻 Helen 🙏🏻🤎 ~ you are such a kind soul
I think that being high like that makes the street a wonderful place.
🤎🙏🏻 Björn 🙏🏻🤎
I’m extremely impressed. Go Greg! Go David! 🙂
💞🙏🏻 Terveen 🙏🏻💞
Strangely, I like the word, gossamer.
🤎🙏🏻 Robert 🙏🏻🤎 ~ me too!
I love this and such an inventive use of the prompt line 🙂
🖤🙏🏻 Ange 🙏🏻🖤
Didn’t know you write such compelling flash fictions too. This is awesome, bro. I love the vibe in the story, the dialogue is simple, real and stimulating.
💜🙏🏻 Lamittan 🙏🏻💜
All over the world street poetry is revered
You did a wonderful work here, honoring the syllables of the homeless.
Just pausing and for a moment to enter their thought process, you did an incredibly beautiful sweat with these two lines
🕸Night walks scattering poems, bro! The stars sway on threads of gossamer🕸
Great prompt, returning to cummings, love it.
💙🙏🏻 Abi 🙏🏻💙 ~ thanks!
You are most welcome David❤