Leilya’s prompt was so much fun to explore. She asked us to try writing a sevenling poem. This form consists of two 3-lined stanzas (6 lines) that compare/contrast something, and the final and 7th line is the punchline, the summation or an unusual juxtaposition.
In honor of Juneteenth, I wrote this sevenling poem today.
Today, Jennifer’s prompt was to write about the environment. I had flashbacks of my sister and me digging for hours at the beach, hoping to reach China. I remembered how clean the beach was when we were children. Now, our beaches are ruined by litter and toxic waste.
Here is a nonet in honor of a sweet childhood memory.
Today, Jessica prompted us to write about friendships. I have had the pleasure of being in friendship with my “sisterfriends” for 49 years. Marvin Gaye’s song, God is My Friend, inspired my poem along with memories of last week’s Girls Night. Here’s to my friends!
Today, our final day of National Poetry Month, Sarah asked us to write whatever we choose. I chose to revisit the prompt earlier in the month when we were allowed to break the rules.
Scott’s prompt was to rewrite/redo a past event and recreate it or revise it. I used one of his mentor texts by William J. Harris called Why Did It to inspire my poem.
Today’s prompt from Chea nudged me all day. She asked us to write about who we are and how we came to be from places we’ve been. Place for me is more than location, it’s time.
Donnetta gave us the freedom to borrow a line/s from a poem to inspire our writing today. I have always enjoyed borrowing a line but I didn’t expect my line to come from a podcast this morning. To write my modified Golden Shovel, I borrowed “old limbs keep falling even when no wind stirs” from Helen Pruitt Wallace’s poem, To the Buyer of Our Old Home.
We were tasked today to dig into our junk drawers to find our inspiration!
Emily’s prompt today gave me another chance to imagine being back in Jamaica! In honor of Earth Day and islands we dream to visit, this is for my home away from home!
Today, Katrina prompted us to find our “space to look and think” and I focused on the garage of my childhood home. It’s a space I miss. (The image is not our actual garage.)