Note: At Write On - our local writing group - we had two writing sessions last night. The first challenge was a to write a poem based of one of three prompts provided. I decided to use the third prompt. I will share the second writing exercise in the coming days.
Here are the prompts:
- Write a love poem, but not romantic love.
- Write a poem
where the first and last word is a color (doesn’t have to be same color in both
places).
- Write a poem featuring a flower in a vase.
Picking a flower
When she was three, she picked a marigold because she was
wild and free.
The colors were orange and yellow and sprinkled with glee.
She used an old Coke bottle and filled it with water;
Placed it on the windowsill, so she could remember it later.
When she was thirteen, she picked a violet, the leaves
shaped like her fragile heart.
The petals were purple, the middle still yellow, that was
her start.
She found an old Mason jar, and filled it with water.
Placed it on her nightstand, hoping the fragrance would find
her dreams later.
When she was thirty-three, she picked a lily, even though
doing so kind of felt silly;
Pink was its petals boarded in white, seeing it reminded her
of Billy.
She found an old milk jug and filled it with water.
Placed it on her kitchen table, hoping he might stop by
later.
It was proud and red, with a thorn on the stem, that’s just
the way life goes.
She found an old vase, dusty and broken, and filled it with
water.
Placed it on a tray they used for her breakfast, never
expecting to see it again later.

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