Prompts for the First Hour

For the second year in a row we are offering word and image prompts. The first prompt every hour will be text based (with occasional variations), and the second, if you scroll down, will be image based. You can choose either prompt or not use prompts at all (or only sporadically). All images are either taken from unsplash, or contributed by a poetry marathoner with credit.

Text Prompt

Write a poem about being in water. It can be about swimming, the shower, a bath, the rain, etc.

Image Prompt

Photo by Valentin Salja on Unsplash

10 thoughts on “Prompts for the First Hour

  1. Watery Dream
    I dreamt of water . . . again.
    I dreamt of her . . . again.
    It was flowing over my feet.
    Hello Mom!
    Come save me!
    Before it rises above my head.
    It never did.
    It only rose knee high.
    It was smooth . . .
    gentle . . .
    warm . . .
    . . . it was her.
    I could still walk through.
    But where do I go?
    I’d rather drown in her warmth.
    Be enveloped in it.
    Float on it . . .
    Be in it . . .
    Then to be without it.
    Mom come back, please.

    1. A strong poem! Just in case, I want to be clear that poems should be posted on your own page/blog. They can also be listed here, but you’re going to get a lot more comments in the long run/counted as a winner if you post all the poems on your poetry marathon blog.

  2. Doesn’t it remember you?
    The last time it tapped your crown
    The first time it rinsed you down
    From your birth stool

    Why doesn’t it remember you?
    The last time you sat for hours
    Muddied like it had been your first shower in months

    How did it get this cold?
    The first time was accompanied by three spirits
    The father, his Son and his Holy Spirit
    It’s the first time you can’t hear it
    The crowd cheering you on

    Why doesn’t it heal you anymore?
    The faucet might as well be gone
    Caked on dirt has set and won
    There’s no oxygen for the voice to flow

    When water can’t remember no more

    1. Thank you for sharing. This is a strong and lingering piece. Just in case, I want to be clear that all poems should be posted on your own page/blog. They can also be posted here, but you’re going to get a lot more comments in the long run/counted as a winner if you post all the poems on your poetry marathon blog.

  3. In the Rain

    I’d let it stream down me,
    I’d let it have its free course,
    Sedate my pains,
    Douse my hurts,
    Ease my heaviness,
    I’ll let my tears have their free course,
    She needs not to see this,
    I haven’t worn my heart on my sleeves,
    I have concealed my trying moments,
    I’ll bask in your healing flow,
    I’ll flow in your rhythm.

  4. Come Follow

    follow the river
    come listen to our song
    forget the salted voices
    of deep water

    come listen to our song
    we thrive in high places
    not in deep water
    will you find us

    we thrive in high places
    where snow melt becomes song
    here you will find us
    with voices attuned to you

    where snow melt becomes song
    we will claim you
    with voices attuned to you
    here in cold ice clutches

    we will claim you
    forget the salted voices
    here in cold ice clutches
    follow the river

  5. Oceans Apart
    O’ Poseidon bestowed with the power unique
    tell us the secret of the two seas that do not meet
    yet flow with different colors, wave by wave, move
    by move, side by side, a perfect acceptance of diversity,

    Poseidon speaks, ‘Man is nothing without the Gods’
    oceans or skies the sole power is with the Creator
    who loves clear open hearts, He blocks nothing nor
    builds walls, see my home has no doors nor windows’

    All are free to enter, float, sail, swim dive or dig
    I am full of food, fish, color, charms and treasures
    but many living beings are careless, inconsiderate
    they throw harmful waste trash plastic on and in me.

    Water will not become less but will be a source of
    trouble for human beings themselves, the dead will
    float the dying will cry and curse, the thought makes
    me shudder, storms surge, waves rise to great heights,

    Water is hurt, it is red now with blood and scales
    breathing is difficult, inhale a struggle, exhale an
    ordeal, oil blocks unmarked uncharted paths
    Oceanides no longer accept offerings from fans.

    Home state worries Oceanus, growing more old
    countless pennies coins of gold, are useless down
    on the sea bed, worthless is such a treasure which
    sinks and loses its values, shine and becomes cold.

    A revenge rises a tsunami results, as the grand
    bowl shakes jolts jumps and throws up-
    beware O People …I envision a huge surge…
    sing not any songs nor lie naked on the beach

    Pray pray pray peace, repentance forgiveness seek

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