Last year I wrote a collection of prompts for National Poetry Month based on poems I read and, I know this made sound strange, Brene Brown quotes. Combined - they actually work - like most everything will for a creative on a mission to toss words here and there and other places.
The original poem by Joanne Klink "Some Feel Rain" is here on the Poetry Foundation Website.
The Prompt:
And the poem I wrote:
I am not in the mood
to declare things learned
not today in this space
not when my friend was laid out in
a refrigerator, waiting, hole
in her body, blood drained while
family didn’t know where she
was. Some investigators
couldn’t figure out who she was or
didn’t care enough to do their best
to locate the people who love her?
We were we are out here.
Maybe its
our own damn faults, those of us
who are used to claiming responsibility
for climate change and it could be those
fringe conspiracy theorists would be normal
if we just loved them better when they sat next
to us in sophomore English class or
invited us to be our lab partner while we
prayed for one of the cool kids to use us
for our brain power, instead.
Making meaning is old, it is passe it is too much
for me to care about right now.
I want to end scene.
Pop a hole in this balloon and
Try floating a different one, instead.
Stop draping me in lessons and silver linings
and didactic morals to the stories.
I don’t have the patience and I sure as hell
don’t want to do the preaching right now.
I don’t want to crawl my way into optimism
or try harder to influence a frowning person
into a suddenly openhearted one.
I just want to hug a tree
Write a poem
Eventually get out of this dreary
closed in life I didn’t want and
only because of pressure did agree to.