Memoir Is… #MemoirBytes

Memoir is one of my favorite things to write, it pushes the envelope, it cuts to the edge, it has a way of opening things up to the light of day so they can dissolve into the ether.
Memoir – Eyes into the soul. Photo courtesy of PublicDomainPictures by Anna Langova
I’ve decided to begin a challenge, a word challenge, a memoir challenge #MemoirBytes.
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It’s simple really, you can write up to 99 words, no more, in poetry or prose. Or, you can write thirteen, yes thirteen, lines of I remember…
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You then come back and tell us where to find your lovely words and we’ll hop over to read them. Do remember to visit the other participants and share word love along the way.
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The prompts will show up every Monday, one photo and one word or phrase. What you do with it is up to you. Follow your muse and let your words flow.
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Prompts for #MemoirBytes Photo courtesy of PublicDomainPictures by CC0 Community

 

Prompt:

The doorbell

 

Happy writing!

 

Morgan Dragonwillow, author of Wild Woman Waking & Dancing within Shadow, is a Bodywork transformer, dancing poet, motivator of words, magical instigator and creatrix of #OctPoWriMo & #PoetsonthePage. If you are interested in collaborating with your soul to get your words on the page, check out, Wild Woman Writing Retreat.

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5 thoughts on “Memoir Is… #MemoirBytes

  1. Thank you, Morgan! I love memoir, too. In fact, just facilitated an “I remember” workshop and was toying with the idea of offering a series. We are on the same wavelength. Again. xoA

    The Doorbell
    I remember the sound of the doorbell at our upstairs flat on Detroit’s east side. I’d never heard a doorbell that sang a song; all others were aggravating buzzers, harsh as boards scraping on concrete. My brother, sister, and I delighted in poking the round white disk on the porch beside our front door. When it rang, our heads and hearts filled with anticipation: Who would be standing at the bottom of the steps? We’d try to guess, with only their torsos and legs visible behind the opaque curtain on the glass door insert. (94 words)

  2. Hello Morgan and Annis
    Here is my memory

    Door bell

    Front door was always open…symbolic of the open hearts of the people who resided inside
    A little knock on the door and walked straight into the house
    Life was free flowing then….
    Everyone felt like our own and others felt that we were one of them
    Door bell concept came much later with urbanization
    Front doors were shut for safety and privacy
    Excited with the ding and dong of the new door bell
    We rang the bell until Mom felt annoyed
    Now she waits for the same door bell to ring..
    With an anticipation for company to abate loneliness 💐100
    Door bell production exciting to expecting possibilities 💕😊🙏sr

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