Take a small walk, or just stroll around your house or apartment. When you are ready, stop, look around, take a deep breath what do you smell, feel what is near you in the air, under your feet, listen and hear what you normally miss; describe what your senses have been telling you but you have ignored.
Contributed by Stephan A. Kalinowski
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Go for a walk with your phone or another recording device. When you feel ready start recording a poem out loud while you walk. It could be about the walk itself, but when I use this method I’m often surprised by what I “write” about.
When you return home type it out to post. Feel free to edit.
I went with prompt #3, since it’s a bit chilly still.
https://thepoetrymarathon.com/blog/kevinjoconner/morning-menu/
Loved this prompt. Thank you. Posting my poem.
Ack! One of us is psychic. I start scribbles for the next hour, pause to see what you new prompt is, and poof! Seems we are on a same page.
BREAK FOR A TEACHER
Summer day.
The gray goes away.
Drifting,
Slowly,
Gently
Away.
Sweet birds are singing.
Church bells are ringing.
Singing symphonic songs of love.
Wonderful,
Glorious
Day!
My mother is a great cook
You can tell from the tantalizing aroma that wafts through the kitchen doors
Swinging between sweet and savoury
My taste buds ache with lingering torture
pulling me to the source and the end
Egusi soup made of vegetable, sweat and determination
Teach me to trust in the work of my hands
I won’t have to tell
Good results will do the shouting
Relaxing me
The cooing breeze of dawn
Phew a mingling song line
Stirring my spirit with new hope
To conquer stations blown
Because nothing is impossible
Until I say I am done.
The first lesson of trust
I was sitting in the garden
When the little angel came
Pulling her father straight to ladder
Only to enjoy another slide.
Bubbling with happiness sublime
She chirped like a free bird
Ready to fly up in air
With her father by the side.
Lifting up high on the slider
She sat there refusing to leave hand
Father said don’t fear little doll
Daddy is right here to hold.
Those words were like boon
And trusted his words for once
And left her hands to slide free
Till his father held her on.