Forks

Tasha Here, My nomination for the poetry prompt is FORKS. Any kind will do. Have fun!

Clutter

This week's prompt is from my sister Linda. The topic is clutter.

It's time to clean the clutter from our house, a room, our mind, our spirit... anything that has accumulated clutter.

Your Unremembered Dream

You wake up suddenly in the middle of the night. Your heart is pounding. Something wonderful or horrible has just happened in a dream and it seemed so real. But it's fading. You have flashes, a couple images, but you can't quite remember how they fit together or what the dream was about.

Your mission, should you choose to accept it, is to write a poem about or related to that barely remembered middle of the night screamer of a dream!

Closet Poem

Write about the contents of somebody's closet... It could be literal or figurative. Fibber Magee's closet or coming out of the closet. Skeletons in the closet. Well, you get the idea.

Out the Window

It's time to start our one poem a week challenge. Victoria has given me the honor of setting the first topic. So here goes...

Out the window.... where are you? look out the window and describe the world going on beyond it... are you sitting in a restaurant or coffee shop, an office building, traveling and stopped at a hotel/motel with a view to the world outside the building...perhaps you are just siting in a room in your own home. How often do we look out and observe what is going on beyond that window? Tell us about it...

Day 30

For today’s prompt, write a dead end poem. Of course, I was thinking in terms of the challenge, but a dead end can literally mean the end of a person’s life, a dead end road, a dead end job, dead end mortgage, and so on. Take the phrase “dead end” and apply it to a noun, and the possibilities are nearly endless (except, well, there’s the whole “dead end” finality to it, I suppose). I hope it’s fun and that the blog is alive and well today.

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Day 29

For today’s prompt, write a haphazard poem. The poem itself could be haphazardly put together, I suppose. But it could also be about a haphazard situation. Or whatever haphazard thing you can bend the poem into.

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