I've been attending a writing group on Sundays at the Hugo House and we're given prompts to create a piece of writing within the span of 20mins or so. Last week's prompt was to create a poem using the answers among a series of questions. Here are the 10 questions I chose to answer:
1) Name the flower you love the most.
2) Your favorite body part, either for what it does or what it looks like.
3) What is your greatest fear?
4) Word that comes to mind with the word "tablecloth".
5) Favorite time of day.
6) A public space where you are uncomfortable.
7) If you could be anywhere else in the world outside of Seattle, where would you be?
8) Soil or tree?
9) Three little pigs or three bears?
10) If you could have one superpower, what would it be?
*For one answer, we had to find a word that rhymed with our response, and use it in the refrain.
Here's what I wrote:
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Let's say I could teleport anywhere
in an instant.
That would be really convenient
but I'd probably lose all virtues
of patience.
Like understanding the magic in a seed
peeking through
the soil
or all that went into
the blossom of a tulip.
The monsters in the concert
slip past the inattentive.
Most people hate the mornings
but I don't.
It's not because I feel great
upon waking.
It is because there is
a chance.
An opportunity
to write how life unfolds.
It is the holy hour
of strategy.
The monsters in the concert
slip past the inattentive.
There is no shame
in reaching out a hand.
"Estamos juntos"
as they say in
Brazil.
The three little pigs
only survived
shameful demise
because of their
neighbor.
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