This is my 5th entry? for Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers, where you’re given a picture prompt every week to write a short story based on it. However this time, my mind was blank and hence I gave poetry as a little stable boy a try.
With my pencil and notebook
I gaze and I look
For inspiration to come to me
Before the sunshine does flee
What could I write? I thought
While my siblings fought
The ceaseless tug of wars
And the neighing competitions to top them all.
A topic I’d now gotten in mind
Where to start, I found it hard to find
Should I pen down the times of joy?
Or just say everything & not be coy?
About all of the sleepless nights?
Or the cascading picturesque sights?
Of how my mom and dad don’t exist?
Or of yet how they’re my brothers I insist?
How they’re always here for me?
Or how much of me they see?
About the marathons and races?
Or their quick and gallant paces?
Of how I hold their serene photo?
Or am wrapped up in my warm coat, oh?
How the others call me a mere little cowboy in the stable?
Or of how they think I’m hardly able?
Poor and apparently lonely I might be
But they’ve only got to wait and see
Because words can’t bring me down
As they’re my weaponry lone.
To become a wise writer is the dream
As difficult it may seem
I can almost see it appear
Galloping, riding on my brothers, I near
A content end to my life at the stable
On to become bigger, and mighty able.