March Prompts 6126-6150

Friday March 4th, 19:20

6126 The Postman is singing

6127 150 over 89

6128 All the dead poets, all the wasted paper

6129 Sugar, Salt, Love

6130 and the song of the mother and the song of a son

6131 We have decided not to proceed

6132 Forever and forever, while rocks become sand

6133 I fill in the slots carefully

6134 It is not possible to be too devout

6135 I can hear carols being sung

6136 We need to hear soft music, notes flowing

6137 A fucking poet, ha-ha-ha!

6138 Let us peruse the information and discuss

6139 The ploughman follows his ox for a furlong

6140 I want to lie down on hot stones

6141 The martyrs, the innocents, the blacks

6142 Marzipan

6143 Their open mouths, angelic

6144 A dark room, for dreaming

6145 The meat rots better, the fish rots worse

6146 Those that once carried all before are tiny now

6147 My brother’s brothers

6148 I am aware of the river. I wonder about bodies

6149 A song like velvet

6150 The Bison, the mountain-lion, the stalking brave