I really like Reena’s intriguing prompts. This week, her prompts are as follows:
PROMPT #294
- The dividing line
- Threshold
- Twilight Zone
Choose any one or more of the words to base your piece on.
Dividing the Pie
Society, a giant pie
Neatly cut, into thirds
Haves and have-nots
Educated and uneducated
Males and females
Each piece, sliced up further
The wealth divide:
The one percent
Super rich
Prosperous
Middle class
Working class
Below the poverty line
(What’s that?
Their diminutive piece assigned elsewhere?
A non-slice?)
Educated!
In what?
Sciences, the arts, or commerce
Fully literate, basically literate, illiterate
Sexuality, so complex:
Heterosexual
Homosexual
Bisexual
Gender, slice and diced
The pie pieces overlap
The filling oozes
Dribbles out
A chunk of fruit falls with a plop
Dividing lines
Can’t ever be maintained

What a brilliant take on the prompt Robbie❤️
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Thank you, Michelle.
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Wow! Robbie, an incredible poem encompassing all of society and its sadly huge divisions! That poor pie! Xx
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Thank you, Annika. The pie is currently very messy 🌼
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Wonderfully written. Not only very thought-provoking, but also ending in a smile. What is that culinary delight? Your creation?
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Hi Frank, yes, it is a three chocolate cheesecake. Very decadent 🥰
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Save me a piece … on my way
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Beautifully dissected, Robbie…
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Thank you 💓
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Ah! I really like what you did here. Excellent.
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Thank you, Sadje
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You’re welcome! We really cannot divide and label people in any way.
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It’s so true. The divisions are never so neat.
That dessert looks delicious!
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It was a delicious cheesecake. Dividing lines always blur 💓
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‘mic drop’
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🌞💓
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Powerful use of metaphor. The more the pie is divided, the weaker it gets until it all falls apart. A sobering thought, indeed.
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Yes, indeed 🥰
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True, yet so heart-breaking! But the dessert is tempting 🙂
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It is so hard to find viable solutions 🌷
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This is brilliantly written, Robbie! 🤍🌺
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I’m glad you liked it 🌻
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Excellent use of the prompt, Robbie. Love the beautiful cheesecake or torte. It looks delicious!
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Thank you, Vera. It is a three chocolate cheesecake.
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Makes one think, doesn’t it.
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There are no easy solutions 💚
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Robbie, brilliant poem with a powerful ending!
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HI Dave, I am very pleased you like the poem.
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as soon as I saw the pie I said “CHOCOLATE CHEESECAKE”!
Move over!
The rich have always taken the Lions share. The reason for the French Revolution and many others.
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Hi Wayne, it is triple chocolate cheesecake and very decadent and rich. I agree that the rich have always taken everything and they are brought up to believe it is their right and that no-one else counts.
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they play nice or fair in the sandbox do they……we should kick them out of the play area!
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A good idea, but they pay the playground monitors.
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You’ve really captured the world here Robbie. (K)
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Thank you, Kerfe. And a strange world it is right now.
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Indeed it is.
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You have a wonderful way of responding to prompts.
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Thank you, Rebecca. They are a wonderful way to use up my ‘school run’ car time.
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A lovely take on the prompt, if only life could be as simple as cheesecake.
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Thank you, I agree.
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Outstanding! I love how your thoughts unfold in this poem, Robbie.
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Thank you, Balroop.
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Thoughtful, Robbie, and truthful. ❤
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Thank you, Timothy.
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The poem was amazing, and the cake also looks amazing! Magnificent job! ❤
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Thank you, Rachel
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You’re very welcome! ❤️
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This is living proof that a poem can be written about any subject, Robbie. I love it! And the pie looks yummy!
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Hi Jan, yes, that is why I love these prompts. They make you stretch your mind and ideas beyond your normal thinking process.
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Well done, Robbie.
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Thank you, Jennie
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You’re welcome, Robbie.
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exactly
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Thank you
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Absolutely brilliant, Robbie…and so truthful!
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Hi Donna, thank you. That is why I like poetry – it is a great medium for truthful statements in concise and powerful words.
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A very deep poem, heaving with meaning, Robbie. A very light desert, filled with deliciousness. Yum!
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Thank you, Norah. Contrasting yet relatable literary and visual concepts.
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It is, Robbie. And I apologise. That was meant to say ‘heavy’, not ‘heaving’. 😅
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😁🌷
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This is a very serious approach to the prompt–and well done, Robbie. I love how we end up with the pie at the end and a bit of hope.
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Hi Luanne, sadly, dividing lines don’t conjure up much positive thought in my mind. Thanks for reading and commenting.
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You are right. The whole concept of dividing….
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I agree with Norah and Luanne. This is a very serious and analytical piece of writing as well as pie. It sounds like the way I slice and serve pies – messy. Categories can be helpful for getting help and narrowing down diagnoses, but harmful if you have to stay put in one category. That’s one reason I didn’t want to get caught up writing about having cancer or widowhood under the guise of helping others. I don’t know enough to help. My experiences being in one category or another is much too small of a portion to make me an expert. We all have many facets to our lives. 🙂
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Hi Marsha, you are quite right about not taking on a status or knowledge base we don’t actually have as individuals. I was comfortable to write about my sons’ medical issues as I am very well versed on both conditions. I didn’t get very technical but rather focused on where I gained upliftment and hope in my experiences. My aim was to offer a silver lining to people, no matter how bad their circumstances.
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Your chapter was very emotional for me. I loved it and it helped me understand what my parents went through when both my brother and I had medical issues and were just two years apart.
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It is very hard for parents. It is also not what you expect. When you embark on parenthood you don’t foresee that things can go wrong and it isn’t all just baby powder and screw on hands and feet. I suppose it is the same with marriage.
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I think you are right. I remember thinking about marriage as a kid imagining the perfect 1950s life. I would never have messed up hair. We’ve all seen how the Stepford Wives and others built on that theme worked out in that lifestyle! LOL
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Haha, yes, with the ruffled aprons and the ribbons in their hair. I remember the front page of my Home Economics textbook telling us girls that we must change into a frock and tie a ribbon in our hair before our husbands came home. The next page taught us how to wash dishes.
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hahaha, yes that was the ideal. LOL
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That’s one pie I feel sorry for. Powerful reply to the prompt, Robbie!
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Thanks, Lauren. It was an interesting link that my mind made, but I went with it.
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Robbie, you took the prompt and did wonders with it. This poem is remarkable.
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Thank you, Smitha. I’m glad you liked the poem.
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