Daily Prompt Love <3 In Your Eyes
4 April 2017
Make art inspired by this.
Posts tagged ‘creative nonfiction prompts’
Daily Prompt Love <3 What Holds Us Up
3 April 2017
I dreamt of bones last night 🙂 Not surprising. Anyone who knows me know I have an ongoing fascination–obsession–with bones, the white and click of them, the stories they tell (that anthropology background asserting itself). I recently recovered from a broken bone, a double hairline fracture inside that taken-for-granted hinge joint in my elbow.
Reinforced my appreciation for their bony utility, about how dependent we are on something that, in the right turn, is so fragile.
Make art about what holds us up.
Daily Prompt Love <3 What's Burning
2 April 2017
Make art about what’s burning, about the fires you’ve inherited.
Daily Prompt Love <3 What My Parents Gave Me
1 April 2017
Daddy reciting Yeats 
Come away, O human child! To the waters and the wild: With a faery, hand in hand. For the world’s more full of weeping than you can understand…and I went out to the hazel wood,. Because a fire was in my head….
Mama reciting Kipling Though I’ve belted you and flayed you, By the livin’ Gawd that made you, You’re a better man than I am, Gunga Din!…as she mopped our lil trailer floors….
and Wordsworth and Coleridge and Blake…Little Lamb who made thee. Dost thou know who made thee. Gave thee life & bid thee feed…the sing-songy hopefulness of Edgar Guest, the inquiry and longing of Emily Dickinson I’m Nobody! Who are you? Are you – Nobody – too?….and Poe But we loved with a love that was more than love— /I and my Annabel Lee—
and always, always, always Frost Something there is that doesn’t love a wall….Say something to us we can learn/By heart and when alone repeat./Say something! And it says, ‘I burn.’/But say with what degree of heat….
and the one they both would use to reassure and encourage their odd and poet daughter, who even then, they understood, would have to scuff and stumble to find her own way
I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I—
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.
Oh and Whitman!!! Still the poet I read most frequently, still the singer of my wild child’s heart
Thank you, Mama Thank you, Daddy I owe all the poetry in my life to both of you. We had very little materially, but oh the poetry
Make art about what your parents gave you.
National Poetry Month Prompt Love! Join Us on Facebook for 30 Prompts for 30 Days!
Happy National Poetry Month! Ain’t gonna lie–Kinda really love that Poetry Month is the same month as my birthday 😀
So my daily prompts will continue, but if you’d like to get a bunch of prompts at once, join us in the Better Than Black Friday Writing Group on Facebook, where I’ve created and posted a whole list of prompts for those who want to write every day for Poetry Month 🙂 30 Prompts for 30 Days!
Join the Better than Black Friday Writing Group Here!
Prompts to Celebrate National Poetry Month! Join Us on Facebook and Write Something Beautiful Every Day :-) Collective Creative Power Is Magic! <3
My daily postcards to my elected reps have been mailed, my phone calls made, but my most important action today is to support and empower and encourage my community of writers and artists, however I can 
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Tomorrow, April 1, begins National Poetry Month, and I run a writing group on here providing art and writing prompts to anyone who passes by and is interested. For the nonwriters here, we have a tradition of celebrating Poetry Month by doing something called PAD–Poem a Day 🙂 But whether it’s poems, stories, dreams, or journal entries, celebrating spring by writing something every day is both inspiring and empowering, and I think, needed now more than ever, this beautiful raising of our collective voices, strengthening our creative spirits in a political culture that seems determined to dim them.
So please come play with us 🙂 Celebrate spring and the power of your creative spirits! You’re amazing! And we need you! 
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Celebrating National Poetry starting tomorrow!
15 Brand New Prompts Up at the Better Than Black Friday Writing Group!
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Daily Prompt Love <3 Eyes of the Stars
31 March 2017
Twice this week, I’ve dreamt of peacocks. I also saw one alongside of the road.
In Greco-Roman mythology the peacock is identified with Hera (Juno) who created the peacock from Argus whose hundred eyes (seen on the tail feathers of the peacock) symbolize the vault of heaven and the eyes of the stars.
In Hinduism the peacock is associated with Lakshmi who is a deity representing benevolence, patience, kindness, compassion and good luck.
Similar to Lakshmi, the peacock is associated with Kwan-yin in Asian spirituality. Kwan-yin (or Quan Yin) is also an emblem of love, compassionate watchfulness, good-will, nurturing, and kind-heartedness. Legend tells us she chose to remain a mortal even though she could be immortal because she wished to stay behind and aid humanity in their spiritual evolution.
In Babylonia and Persia the peacock is seen as a guardian to royalty, and is often seen in engravings upon the thrones of royalty.
In Christianity the peacock symbolism represents the “all-seeing” church, along with the holiness and sanctity associated with it. Additionally, the peacock represents resurrection, renewal and immortality.
Themes of renewal are also linked to alchemical traditions to, as many schools of thought compare the resurrecting phoenix to the modern-day peacock. Along these lines, the peacock is a colorful symbol of transformation. Like the phoenix, the alchemy peacock can remind us that we can rise out of our darkest moments. It’s a metaphor that speaks about dying to the ego-self, and being reborn into a new life of awareness, spirituality and illumination.
Make art inspired by the peacock.
Daily Prompt Love <3 Rise
30 March 2017
Make art about empowering others, about being empowered, about sharing empowerment, about how we rise.
Daily Prompt Love <3 In the Distance
28 March 2017
Make art inspired by this line.
“In the distance someone is singing.”-Neruda
Mary Carroll-Hackett: Poetry and Prose 
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