Writing Prompt
POEM STARTER
‘And with a final bow, the thought was gone.’
Write a poem about a fleeting thought, ending with this line.
Writings
Talk to You
I can see you sitting across the room
I could walk over
Strike up a tune
With my vocal chords
As I speak to you
Haven’t done that in a while
Is now too soon?
I think it over
What should I do?
The thought races round
Urging me to-
To do what?
I don’t know
My mind draws a blank
And with a final bow, the thought was gone,
Just like that...
all my mind’s a stage
my mind’s been a stage
since i was a child
and oxymoron, really
i was known for being mild
too scared to say a word
too shy to speak my mind
i thought i’d never escape
but the theatre was kind
took me in and loved me
gave me what i needed most
a home and a family
accomplishments to boast
but these were the days of youth
yet still as i’ve grown old
my head has kept it’s stage
covered in iron an...
What If—Nevermind
What if the days were endless,
What if life was no struggle,
What if death still paved it’s way,
What if tears did form no puddle?
What if candy stayed sweet,
What if fruit did never mold,
What if grass stayed green,
What if tragedy stayed untold?
What if I escaped,
What if I were stuck,
What if I begged,
What if I was out of luck?
What if my mind was clear,
What if I was free to think,
What ...
Scampered Thoughts
A flitter of wings that beat against bone,
It reaches my mind and makes it’s home,
It thrums its bold dance and sings its sweet tune,
A melody that makes me grow mad as a loon,
It thrashes and fights for a place to be heard,
Of this brand new ailment I’ll need to be cured,
So I search for a pen to write it all down,
And I search,
And I search,
And I search,
Soon those fluttering wings ...
Lost Keys
He wondered where he'd left his keys
Upon a shelf, perhaps?
And so, he ran in search of these.
Up a flight
And down the stairs
In and out the mudroom
Around his front lawn, too
Maybe he'd left them in the kitchen?
Yes! That sounded right.
And so, he stepped inside.
And so, his tummy rumbled.
Both feet carried him forward.
A hand reached for the fridge.
And with a final bow, the though...
Fleeing Thought
Ever get that fleeing thought,
You know the one you spend all night thinking about
But by morning with a final bow, the thought was gone.
Ever get that fleeing thought,
You know the one where you spend all night thinking of all these flourishing thoughts
But by morning with a final bow, the thought was gone.
Ever get that fleeing thought,
Where you finally figure out a way to conquer life
&...
Fleeting Thoughts
Sitting and wondering
What will tomorrow bring
Questioning and pondering
While the song birds sing
What has become of you
Your life’s path was uncertain
You always made me blue
Such a puzzling person
Maybe I’ll call
My phone is right here
Wait I’ll stall
Just a minute to clear
Where did it go
Something went wrong
And with a final blow,
The thought was gone.
Tessa🦋...
An Actor Retires
It wasn’t real at first…
Just an idea, no.
A fantasy, yes.
A way to cope, ya know?
Just an exercise.
For my mind…
But
What’s an idea, if not, the beginning of a plan.
And what is a plan, if not, a goal.
A goal, oops.
Sorry mom.
I didn’t mean too, it was just supposed to be…
An idea.
Not meant
To be
But
Life kept falling
And I kept failing
Trying to catch up
Bills, frien...
Stage Left
She enters stage left shaking. But strong in her art. Gracefully she extends herself to the audience, revealing secrets as she glides across the lit space.
She is nervous and frantic. But her thoughts do not reflect her movements. She is the amplification of melodic sounds flowing from the symphonic composition.
Through cavorting she expresses her deepest desire. Giving away her entirety. This...