Here I sit in the middle of another road asking God what he needs me to do. All he whisper is, “Try.”
There is so much good in the world we don’t often see or hear about. When we showed up at the site at our neighborhood Wal-Mart, my eyes flooded and not one dry eye was present in our family vehicle. As we rounded the corner in the parking lot, water bottles, water jugs, teddy bears, roses, and crosses all beautifully adorned the space we now found ourselves in.
I put together a list of word prompts to get your cylinders firing for the month of July. Start a bullet journal, grab some index cards, or memorize some simple poetry lines. Whatever your brew of preference, stay faithful to the sip. Rock out your summer and challenge yourself to more than simple interpretation.
The Hour Wasp is riddled with mystical imagery proving it difficult to navigate its free verse form. I often clashed with its stubborn use of hypnagogic imagery.
I’m a messy Christian, the kind that’s mismatched
Flash danced, grooves scratched – too much vintage on blast
For voice, hope, strength
every poet weighed with
the power of the truth –
our very existence the resistance
It’s #FiveMinuteFriday at Kate Motaung’s place. The word prompt is MORE. I’m not a prose kind of person at 4:00 a.m.
It is said some don’t grow into their name
it fits like a pair of medias
two sizes to small
This is how you find me/open hands, gathering/vestiges of paper-thin soul/visible deep creases/I used to be a paper crane.