I remember when you began
the peripatetic life
thrust beyond where the land
meets the sky and
the eye can’t see

We watched for you and
waited for you
for your coming
only to be faced again
with your going

The stories you spun
by the fireside
I held on or
so I thought

And when it rained,
a grey sheet and
we couldn’t see
I would picture you out there
under the sun
all those limitless boundaries



AHEM: I did deviate slightly from the rules as I wrote it out first then typed it when I was ready to post – hope that does not disqualify me!

My good friend and fellow blogger, Tony Single, nominated me for this so thank you Tony and I would like to pass the challenge on to:

Chris N
Meg D
Diahann R

1) open an ms word document (or any other editor)
2) set a stop watch or a mobile for 5-10 minutes
3) your topic is at the foot of this post.
4) fill the word document with as much wordage as you want, once you start writing, don’t stop
5) DO NOT cheat by going back and correcting spellings and grammar with spell check (this is only meant for you to reflect on your control over sensible thought flow)
6) you may or may not pay attention to punctuation and capitals
7) at the end of your post write down the number of words
8) do not forget to copy and paste the entire passage to your blog post with a new topic




  1. I would picture you out there
    under the sun
    all those limitless boundaries

    Thank you, Mark ❤
    I join to the relay race with gratitude…

  2. This is great, and shows what the sub-conscious is capable of. Your poem is really thought-provoking, Mark, and I love the open ended nature of it. Thanks for the challenge, too: post to follow shortly!

    1. Your post has been received Chris and commented upon. This is a really interesting challenge but however I try to do something a bit different it ends up as a story. Thanks.

  3. Really nice!

    I wanted to let you know that your gravatar profile says your blog doesn’t exist! I have to type brokedown pamplet in google to get to your site every time! Sorry!

  4. Mark, “Horizon” is an amazing 10 minute poem! The first two stanzas instantly reminded me of the play, “Waiting for Godot”, and the feelings associated with it. Stanza three brought it home for me, as it has a brief endearing quality, although sad. The final stanza tidies up everything, reflecting the constant comings and goings of the traveler, which seems to be unending. Maybe I should just say, “I love it”!

    By the way, fantastic lines,

    “And when it rained,
    a grey sheet and
    we couldn’t see”

    Thank you for including me in this challenge!

    Take care,

  5. Very perceptive Pepper – the first two words that jumped into my head when I saw Tony’s choice of subject were horizon and peripatetic, and I Thought of O’Neill’s “The Iceman Cometh” where anticipation at the arrival of the central character floods the play and perhaps Waiting For Godot owes a small debt to O’Neill. Looking forward to reading your take on the word I have selected. Regards Mark.

  6. I’m not sure if I’m right in my interpretation, Mark. But for some reason, this poem read to me about children being born and then letting them go off later in life and the lifetime for parents of missing their kids once they’ve set off toward their own horizons. Beautiful use of language, as always.

    Thank you for the challenge throw down. 🙂 I will have to see if I can come up with something for my blog.

    1. Thank you Diahhan, that’s a really interesting interpretation and although not exactly what I intended I like it very much.

  7. I really like the design of your blog now. It’s fun to “choose your own blog post” like a choose your own story game…so much fun and your posts are a gift. Thank you!

  8. Not sure if this is what you have asked for, but that I have 5 to 10 minutes free before all the crap and wonder of the day arrives, so here goes on WAYFARING:
    Not sure what the word means, but think I fair way more than most in the high seas of life.
    For who is it that says what is right, wrong, not bad, horrid… and what do they know of the seas blast and the ocean spray and the lost in night and the light of day?
    Whale song or siren upon the air, with many, many, many or not much of a care.
    I sat here awaiting the day to begin, little kitty on the bedding, dreaming and in twitting mode we are in a boat in the sea of the bedroom, his dream I am not privy to and my typing this doesn’t disturb.
    Late morning of the night before, where I think I wayfared home fine, still not sure if I know the word, but that I will look it up after the minutes have flown by, where I sailed into thought of one word I was not sure of and set sails to fulfil.
    Tmes up

    1. I like it. Works as it is but maybe you could re-work it as well. Would be breaking the rules I know but it’s an old challenge and there’s definitely a poem here. Kind regards Mark.

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