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Posts tagged ‘beginning’

Daily Prompt Love <3 At the Line

5 June 2019 

Make art about being at the starting line, about starting, or starting over.

starting

Starting a New Year of Daily Prompt Love <3 What's Next

Today starts Year Three of my Daily Prompt Love ❤ May we all find inspiration and hope and peace and Love–always Love–in 2018. 

1 January 2018

Make art about what’s next. 

what's next

 

 

Happy National Poetry Month! Beginning by Lia Purpura

BEGINNING

In the beginning,
in the list of begats,
one begat
got forgot:
work begets work
(one poem
bears
the next).
In other words,
once there was air,
a bird
could be got.
Not taken.
Not kept.
But conjured up.

conjure bird

Daily Prompt Love <3 Old Music and New

9/24/2016

Found some healing and comfort last night from listening to old school outlaw country music that my mama loved. 

Make art inspired by a song remembered from your childhood. 

 

 

25 September 2016

Make art about another beginning. 

 

Daily Prompt <3 Where the World Ends, Or Begins

Happy National Poetry Month! Another favorite poet!

Perhaps the World Ends Here

by Joy Harjo

The world begins at a kitchen table. No matter what, we must eat to live.
The gifts of earth are brought and prepared, set on the table. So it has been since creation, and it will go on.
We chase chickens or dogs away from it. Babies teethe at the corners. They scrape their knees under it.
It is here that children are given instructions on what it means to be human. We make men at it, we make women.
At this table we gossip, recall enemies and the ghosts of lovers.
Our dreams drink coffee with us as they put their arms around our children. They laugh with us at our poor falling-down selves and as we put ourselves back together once again at the table.
This table has been a house in the rain, an umbrella in the sun.
Wars have begun and ended at this table. It is a place to hide in the shadow of terror. A place to celebrate the terrible victory.
We have given birth on this table, and have prepared our parents for burial here.
At this table we sing with joy, with sorrow. We pray of suffering and remorse. We give thanks.
Perhaps the world will end at the kitchen table, while we are laughing and crying, eating of the last sweet bite.
Make art about where the world ends, or begins.
joy harjo

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