Poem Tryouts: More Abandoning

26 Jan

8:19 a.m. — San Antonio

listening to Maroon 5 singing One More Night

Hello, everyone. Thursday? Life happened again, this time in the form of an electrical outage. We’ve had the electrical people in the neighbourhood since November, tearing everything up, laying cable, replacing transformers. My Florida brother swears it’s a CIA setup.

I hadn’t done the maths right, last week, so today is our image prompt.Yay! Remember a couple of weeks ago, when I mentioned that Mark Windham had tagged me for a photo he knew I’d like? It gave me the idea for the abandon prompt. Here’s why.

abandoned house with doll


The photograph comes from a Facebook page that collects abandonings, among other things. Respond to any part of the photograph or to the whole.

I may, or may not, see you Thursday. I don’t trust Thursday anymore. I will see you next Tuesday for another prompt.

Happy writing, all.


Posted by on 26/01/2016 in exercises, poetry


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45 responses to “Poem Tryouts: More Abandoning

  1. Jane Dougherty

    26/01/2016 at 9:01 am

    Reblogged this on Jane Dougherty Writes and commented:
    A photo prompt to try. Should provoke the closet horror writer in you 🙂

    • margo roby

      28/01/2016 at 10:33 am

      Much appreciated, Jane. I enjoyed reading poems from new people who came over from last time.

  2. writersdream9

    26/01/2016 at 9:13 am

    Wow! Sounds like you and I are experiencing the same level of stress. Different causes, but the same little pains! I hope it gets better for you! Thank you for the prompt amidst all the angst.

    • margo roby

      26/01/2016 at 9:15 am

      Thank you! I wish the same for you.

  3. b_y

    26/01/2016 at 9:53 am

    CIA is unlikely. Corporate espionage, now– the corporations banding to provide a more effective information matrix–THAT, I can see.

    Good to see you. I was concerned by your relative absence. ( When it’s me, that means depression) Great image. It tickles something, I read or heard. Damn memory is going.

    • margo roby

      26/01/2016 at 9:59 am

      Usually, it means depression with me, too. This time, my absences are caused by an addictive game our daughter got me onto over Christmas. I’ll post in our group if I ever feel myself going into the pit.


  4. Misky

    26/01/2016 at 10:22 am

    Here’s mine. It feels a bit wrong to come up with something so quickly when you spent so much time creating the prompt … although you didn’t create the image, so I feel somewhat better about the whole thing now. So anyway …

  5. b_y

    26/01/2016 at 11:10 am

    There’s more working in my back mind, but it will take a while.

    • margo roby

      28/01/2016 at 10:35 am

      Would that be the inner or the outer pantry? [as I tagged the closets I turned into places to hold foodstuffs]

  6. desertdweller29

    26/01/2016 at 12:42 pm

    Well this is weird! We must have been on the same wavelength today! Although I saw this abandoned theater call me yesterday…

    • margo roby

      28/01/2016 at 10:36 am

      There is something about things created for use, no longer used.

  7. pmwanken

    26/01/2016 at 4:30 pm

    • margo roby

      28/01/2016 at 10:55 am

      Well, hello there and welcome home!

  8. Walt Wojtanik

    27/01/2016 at 6:27 am

    Getting back to poetical things, here’s what I see:

    • margo roby

      28/01/2016 at 10:31 am

      So happy to see you, Walt. My brain isn’t returning to my poetry, yet. Glad you’ve returned.

  9. julespaige

    27/01/2016 at 7:03 am

    For You Margo and Q:(a variation on a Minute poem)

    Gladly Taking Silver…

    thinks I’ve thrown her under the bus
    her to become

    though she can claim feigned innocence
    all that she wants
    it’s hard for me
    to believe her

    because she was the favorite
    child in my eyes
    I’ll now let her
    have the ‘gold’ prize


    • georgeplace2013

      27/01/2016 at 11:50 am

      I’ll now let her
      have the ‘gold’ prize….. love that. That’s true justice.

    • georgeplace2013

      27/01/2016 at 11:53 am

      Love the title and the ending… Shades of understanding and kinship here, too. Love the justice of this

    • margo roby

      28/01/2016 at 10:57 am

      What Debi says… in both comments!

      • julespaige

        01/02/2016 at 7:16 am

        Reconciliation is like a tango…it takes two.

        Why does some family need to think they are dictators? I’ll live.

        I did have a very nice time at a wedding over the weekend and got to reconnect with a bunch of cousins. 🙂

  10. Hannah Gosselin

    27/01/2016 at 3:33 pm

    Mz Q had a form that worked well for this!! Thank you, for the inspiration, Margo! 🙂

  11. Jane Dougherty

    28/01/2016 at 3:34 am

  12. memadtwo

    28/01/2016 at 4:43 am

  13. kim881

    28/01/2016 at 6:36 am

    I’ve just discovered your site because of the image, which gave me a chill. I am not a fan of any kind of doll but I was prompted to write the following poem:

    • margo roby

      28/01/2016 at 10:28 am

      I’m so glad you found us. I promise, no more dolls.

  14. writersdream9

    28/01/2016 at 2:14 pm


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