Dust in the Eyes
by Robert Frost (and Patty)

If, as they say, some dust thrown in my eyes
Will keep my talk from getting overwise,
I’m not the one for putting off the proof.
Let it be overwhelming, off a roof
And round a corner, blizzard snow for dust,
And blind me to a standstill if it must.

So, go ahead, scatter dust,
I will not argue, if you must.
My sight will see beyond the haze
And stare back, with defiant gaze.
There are none so blind who will not see,
That is, everyone, except for me.

 

 

Flicker of Inspiration Linkup #51: Now What?

Your prompt this week was to write a story that begins after the established end of a different story that already exists. For example, you could write about what happens after Thelma and Louise go for their last drive together – granted, they might not be in that story, but the fallout of that scene is probably full of potential drama.

 

Well, I cheated a bit with this prompt.  Forgive me.

For the past few days, I’ve spent hours re-writing the endings to various stories, movies or books and nothing, absolutely nothing, worked.  Just call me creatively-challenged on this one but remember to be kind.  Okay?

Since I enjoy the works of Robert Frost, I borrowed one of his poems and expanded on it a bit.  I just hope that by doing so I don’t end up in writer’s jail.

I did my best.