Today’s prompt: Words ran out like a cigarette lit in the ashtray without its smoker.
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June Prompts #6
Prompt for today #6 …I set fire to [fill in the blank] just to see the streaks of life…
June Prompts #3 and #4
Some words to spurn some creativity…
Prompt #3: A letter without a stamp, placed in her mailbox
Prompt #4 The thirty minute commute became the rains came and all eyes were closed on the road
June Inspiration – Prompts are back!
Looking for inspiration? Maybe something different to write about? Maybe something that will jar your writing into a direction you wouldn’t normally take? Here’s a little daily nudge for you. By request, the daily prompts are back. I use many of these myself, and if you find they help you with your creativity…that’s even better!
A day late, so here are two for today!
Prompt #1
The box wrapped in kraft paper sat alone on the porch, raw like the paint that stripped off the boards beneath it. [what was it doing there? what was in it? etc]
Prompt #2
The next day she wrapped the hand in cloth because she like the softness of the fabric…
***Coming the 16th, this blog will host its first contest! Stay tuned for details! ***
Back from hiatus
Took a break after writing all those poems. I am excited to announce something new coming up for June. I hope to do another mini-poetry month marathon, which will include another round of prompts for all of those looking for boosts in their creativity. In addition to this, I have another surprise up my sleeve for all of you that follow me on this blog. Stay tuned. You won’t want to miss this.
Did you write your 30 poems?
Hey everyone! Did you write your 30 poems for the month? I ended up with 33. Now, it is time to edit them. Anyone participate in Local Gems’ chapbook contest, where you write 30 poems in 30 days? I did. I now see how well the poems fit with my chosen theme, lol.
National Poetry Writing Month Prompt #30
#30 Words do not count when they are used… (fill in the blank)
National Poetry Writing Month Prompt #29
All you hear is you own breath filling the cracks that comes with the silence.
National Poetry Writing Month Prompt #28
The streets were quiet, too quiet, after it happened. What happened and what will happen next?
National Poetry Writing Month Prompt #27
She sits on the edge, legs dangling off. What keeps her from jumping off?