I used to maintain a writing prompt blog called The Blog Propellent. It was a lot of fun and these days, fun is what we need! I have re-posted several previous prompts, but from time to time, I’ll post a new one.
Write a post: Fiction, poetry, even a true story based on the following prompt. When you are done, include the URL address of this post in your post. Simple! All those who read this post will have a link to your post, and all those who read your post will have a link this one. More readers = more followers (so they say). Regardless, it is fun to share.
This week’s prompt:
Make of, or do with the following narrative what you will:
I remember the first time I heard Kenny G. We had MTV playing in the background while we puttered around, separately doing whatever it was we were doing, when this soft, melodic, soprano saxophone came wafting through the house. We simultaneously emerged from wherever we individually were, drawn to what this completely bizarre/not MTV sound was. The two of us stood dumbfounded, listening and watching ‘Songbird’ video.
“What the f….was that?” my husband said with a loud laugh when it ended.
The first time that I flew
I strapped a rocket on my back
And the next thing that I knew I
could touch the clouds.
As I lifted off, went airborne
As I soared into the sky
I knew then what a junkie feels
For truly hooked was I I could touch the clouds.
The other lads played baseball
But me, I never did
I perfected my propellants
And left contrails overhead
I could touch the clouds.
I’m older now, still flyin’
Sometimes every day
I’ve got a gig with TBP
And you know what they say,
“He can touch the clouds.”
In the time I have been doing this,
Working for Ms Rose,
I’ve inspired poetry
I’ve inspired prose
I’ve inspired writers
To raise their voices loud
Meanwhile I’m doing what I love
Each day I touch the clouds.
(by Thom Kerr)
Love the “Rocket Kid”
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From days of old! I know you use one of the ones I used to include on posts and recall you said it reminded you of your kids at that age.
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I was aged about seven years
The first time that I flew
I strapped a rocket on my back
And the next thing that I knew
I could touch the clouds.
As I lifted off, went airborne
As I soared into the sky
I knew then what a junkie feels
For truly hooked was I
I could touch the clouds.
The other lads played baseball
But me, I never did
I perfected my propellants
And left contrails overhead
I could touch the clouds.
I’m older now, still flyin’
Sometimes every day
I’ve got a gig with TBP
And you know what they say,
“He can touch the clouds.”
In the time I have been doing this,
Working for Ms Rose,
I’ve inspired poetry
I’ve inspired prose
I’ve inspired writers
To raise their voices loud
Meanwhile I’m doing what I love
Each day I touch the clouds.
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I’m so glad you posted this!! Thank you!!
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I added this to the caption of the image. Hope that’s OK! So fun.
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‘course it’s ok
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Excellent. It’s done! In perpetuity.
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Just fab! Keep flying!
I know my head is in those same clouds with you!!
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I’ll be back later when I can listen to the song… however I found this/these tidbits while looking up the song:
Kenny G appeared in the 1997 Guinness Book of World Records for playing the longest note (45 minutes and 47 seconds – later broken). In an interview, Kenny G revealed that he is unable to read music, and is totally unfamiliar with jazz notation. He also has no knowledge of the jazz standard repertoire.
Old little facts about Kenny G by Songfacts Looks like your “What the f….was that?” my husband said with a loud laugh when it ended. – Was a fairly appropriate response. 😉
I’m not all that great with music or musicians – and looking up the ‘facts’… well. I’ll figure something out.
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OK this is what I’ve arrived at: Prince Charming For Dummies; Faking It
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