What tender words can I give you?
Mend your broken heart torn in two
Your love lost beyond to the heavenly hills
Tears you weep continue still
My words I give;
I can only write
To smoothe your fears tonight
In the end I know you will be alright
Be creative in your hobbies
Open your imagination to anything
Write what love to write
Through stories, poems
And let the words just flow
You can always fix them later
Do anything you put your mind too
Don’t worry about what others think
Keep learning you will find the path
Something new is always around the corner
Just at the chance to take it now
April 6th Prompt: Write an affirmation poem as a list of statements you can affirm today, for yourself, to be true, supportive, and encouraging. For a model, look up Donald Hall’s poem “Affirmation.”
My furry muse I am sorry I haven’t written often
My mind was in a state of nothingness
For I couldn’t find the words to write
In poetry or prose or a simple story
My days were also filled with work
Where I cannot write anything there
I also adopted a new pet, my muse
She fills my days in want and attention
She will never replace you, my furry muse
Now the fog has lifted; I can write again
My days have calm; I can write again
April 2nd Prompt: Write a poem that is an apology to your muse, explaining why you aren’t there writing oftener, better, more clearly, passionately, universally, and/or eternally.
Poetry comes from a little spark
Words slowly light to full flame
Growing larger until a poem takes shape.
The flame will settle down
Words burn within at last
To last for all to read.
Poetry is also kneaded through it folds
Taking shape to different forms
To create a creation worth eating.
Each bite worth the words to hear
Rhyming and metaphors abound within
The nooks and crannies pack with lines abound.
Within my soul my poetry comes
Slowly one word; a phrase
Stirs me to write a poem.
I sometimes see a poem take shape
Lines forming weaving across my mind
That is when I write my poetry down.