This poetry prompt prompted only a pout:
Purposefully vague, we’re to write from the inside out.
Weep for us all, our president is a lout,
He distracts me from writing from the inside out.
He’s a con man, a creep, his daughter’s products he touts,
Such corruption breeds leaks from the inside out.
If only we had power, if poor people had clout,
I wouldn’t be writing from the inside out.
In my dreams, they turn tail, their defeat is a rout,
Prison memoirs they write from the inside out.
My conscience says, Sheila, abandon all doubt,
Resist, do what’s right, from the inside out.
Another fine poem!
Wonderful rhymes in your ghazal. Especially love the apt and visually striking pairing of “pout” and “lout.”
I had so much trouble with this prompt, but you seemed to have hit the nail on the head. Very nice!
I love how a prompt that didn’t work for you turned into this surprising and intense poem!
The Magic of (half) Marathon at work.
Interesting—fun and poignant.