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Prompt as poetry

Lightning Droplets has been posting journal prompts, but as we all know, prompts are prompts. ūüėČ Here’s a sort-of found poem from Monday’s post.

https://lightningdroplets.wordpress.com/2020/05/18/shelter-and-write-prompt-18-the-plot-twist/

Prompt 18

Shelter and write
the pandemic as a turning
point: on what trajectory
was the year before the outbreak?
How does the virus change

things? It should alter life
decisions and goals, reshape
relations, spaces, and time,
transform who we are
as people.

 

may allium

Allium schubertii almost ready to bloom

30 in 30, day six

Thanks to Diane Mathews for providing the prompt for today’s poem (which ended up a bit geeky), via Facebook.

 

sept 2017 30-30a fallen AT-AT
kneels in the mist at twilight
petrified camel

 

Prompted poetry: the comment

I recently found a wonderful resource for writers in South African-based Writers Write. The site has all kinds of goodies and support for both business and creative writing, including prompts, quotes, book reviews, and courses. I signed up to receive prompts for each month via e-mail, and February’s list arrived yesterday.

February_Writing_Prompts

Unexpected

the offhand comment is not painful
because formulated
without thought or consideration

the offhand comment is painful
because of astonishing
insight and precision

 

Prompted poetry: refract

It’s time to produce some more proof that I’ve been writing like mad, just not writing blog posts.

Refracted

light bends when it passes
through liquid
the degree of distortion
varies according to the fluid
density

you are so twisted
the only way to get a straight
shot of you is through
a glass half-empty

Spun story

I used an online story prompt device called Story Spinner to give me an idea for something to write. This is what I came up with:

The building in which they met had once been a ladies’ undergarment factory on the wrong side of the tracks. Now it housed a Japanese noodle house, a dry cleaner, and stylish loft apartments. Their mutual friend Patty had set them up on a blind lunch date.

“There’s a built-in time limit,” she said to each of them. “You both only have an hour for lunch. If you consider travel time to and from the restaurant plus time to order and eat, you only really have to make conversation for 20 minutes or so.”

Patty could be very persuasive. She even arranged with the owner of the restaurant to pay the bill for the meal herself. “How can you say no to a free lunch?” she weedled, knowing this was an argument that no guy could resist. Mike caved pretty quickly; he really liked udon.

“All right!” Joyce surrendered, throwing her hands in the air. “I’ll go. But only if you swear never to do anything like this again!” She glared at Patty, who agreed a little too readily, solemnly vowing never to fix Joyce up on a date again. Joyce scowled, but she had already said she would go. She, at least, would keep her word.

Joyce arrived first because her workplace was in the next block. She chose a table near the door, where the lunch traffic might afford a distraction and she could make a quick getaway if necessary. Mr. Yoshi himself came to the table when he saw her sit down.

“Don’t worry,” he beamed at her reassuringly, “Patty is a good friend.” Joyce rolled her eyes but managed to smile back.

The door opened, and a man entered and looked about, clearly searching for someone. Mr. Yoshi ushered him to the table where Joyce sat, then hurried off to the kitchen to bring them tea. Joyce took a deep breath.

“You must be Mike,” she said to her table companion, with a smile that hardly looked at all nervous. He nodded and smiled back.

“You must be Joyce,” he replied.