A tad bit off prompt, as I sure don't know about how the cake would feel, but I most certainly know about the plate it sat on. All in good fun. Take a read and tell me what you think.
Children take to jingles and in time come to assimilate with the words, form opinions. And oh, how those words that seem benign hurt us all. Hatchet those mean words out!
The prompt requests a poem that provides five answers to the same question -- without identifying the question being answered. What fun! I think you'll guess right away. Happy reading.
Day17 Prompt: think about dogs you have known, seen, or heard about, and then use them as a springboard into wherever they take you. This one reminded me of the town priest.
Here's to my personal commitment to NaPoWriMo2022. This Easter weekend, again off prompt. Hope you like what I have for you. And if you celebrate Easter, Happy Easter, dear friends. xoxo
For many years, I lived a safe and tethered life-- loving my creator and the world, until I was introduced to my first philosophy class. Little by little, I started to feel smarter than the creator of all things; so smart that I started to question and test my God. What kind of God -lets children starve? -lets people get sick and die? -lets bad things happen to good people? The innocent faith of the child that lived in me was confronted with questions too large. My God-fearing parents prayed for me. And then, I wrote God a Dear John letter.
What would we find if we stopped pointing fingers? I'll tell you: we'd find we're all good at our core. So why don't we? Foolhardy to ignore this.
The Prompt: write a poem that takes the form of the opening scene of the movie of your life. Wow, a first for me! What fun. I hope you enjoy it.
This is another one for Ukraine. And I thank Vika Muse, @get.muse on #instagram for the lovely visual art. Let's spread more hope by tapping into the right frequency.
Getting to the heart of things. Yesterday, we wrote about a very large thing. Today we're asked to invert our inspiration, write about a very small thing. I wrote about one that makes a big difference...
A heart so serene and yet volatile-- reproach the moon and weather conditions (gasp! or is it the other way around?); ... let's protect our oceans.
It lives inside, and when you f i n d it, it makes you love yourself better.