Our prompt this week is the opening line of one of William Shakespeare's best known works...
All the world's a stage
Use these words where and how you will as part of your flash fiction or poem, then leave your URL with Lord Linky! Then visit your fellow writers stages to see what they are putting on this week!
In case you need reminding of the words to this this wonderful poem, it's there for you to read - out loud preferably - at Carry On Tuesday Plus
A really nice prompt !!!
ReplyDeleteAt year's end, I think your money will have been well spent!
ReplyDeleteA good prompt and thank you for continuing with this.
ReplyDeleteThanks for continuing this!
ReplyDeleteLoved this prompt Keith. Thank you :)
ReplyDeletesorry that my response to your excellent prompt is so pessimisstic -- reflection of my mood this morning.
ReplyDeleteI'm sure you'll find it's money well spent on mr, linky!
Thanks again for getting me thing!
oops -- thinking not thing! not much sleep last night!
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DeleteGreat that you are carrying this on, thanks for that. Quite an interesting prompt.
ReplyDeleteI love this quote! Shakespeare was quite right, we are all pawns sometimes. Thank you for carrying on :)
ReplyDeleteLoved this prompt thankyou :) and quite a competition here I completed writing my post in the afternoon but had internet problems so couldn't post it then and now when I completed posting it already two more people had linked..Good to see that! :)
ReplyDeleteI had been thinking of this line for a while, noodling it in my brain, so the prompt was perfect. Thank you so much, Keith.
ReplyDeletehttp://hopefuljo.wordpress.com/2012/08/07/365-creativity-project-day-211/
Liking it here... My first visit..x
ReplyDeleteDear Mr Keith Just completed a poem on the given prompt
ReplyDeletehere's the link now-enjoyed writing it
http://poeticocean.blogspot.com/2012/08/response-to-keiths-ramblings-carry-on.html
I can't wait to play!
ReplyDeleteWhat Stage You On, Buddy? - a poem of sorts
ReplyDeleteall the world's a stage
all the world's in rage
what reality, what world
to which you refer?
a little clarification might
be in order
but is there an order?
the world spins in its
own madness
I dare you to laugh
your tears are nothing
the blackness of space
has a gap-toothed grin
you seize your moment upon the stage
and indeed why not?
no hook comes out to pull you off
yet no audience
neither applause nor hoots
the show must go on
but you don't know your lines
someone at the side of the stage
gestures frantically
in pantomime panic
but the words don't come
the worlds don't come
meanwhile this world busies itself
with murder, pollution,
strapping everything down,
fencing everything off,
the world laughs at its own cruelty
it always had an unfortunate tendency
that way
the stage falls into disrepair
best call someone in the morning
a bard is given the boot -
get an honest job, bum!
the world mocks him, turns away
what stage of development
are you going through?
all the world's a stage?
you sure everyone's acting?
I'm not
bit if you have the answers
I leave the stage to you
the spotlights are on you
have fun -
if you can....
(Greg Cameron, Poem/Improvisation, Oct., 2012, Surrey, B.C., Canada)