Daily Prompt Love <3 In Your Eyes
4 April 2017
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Posts tagged ‘From the Heart’
Happy National Poetry Month! Making Peace With That Faulty Heart–Margaret Atwood
Margaret Atwood has been and remains one of the poets whose work made me want to write. I discovered her collection Two-Headed Poems when I was in my teens, and I go back to it still, these amazing fearless poems. This poem is not from that collection, but it answers the one I remember best. And it’s the poem that found me today ❤
The Woman Makes Peace With Her Faulty Heart
by Margaret Atwood
It wasn’t your crippled rhythm
I could not forgive, or your dark red
skinless head of a vulture
but the things you hid:
five words and my lost
gold ring, and the fine blue cup
you said was broken,
that stack of faces, gray
and folded, you claimed
we’d both forgotten,
the other hearts you ate,
and all that discarded time you hid
from me, saying it never happened.
There was that, and the way
you would not be captured,
sly featherless bird, fat raptor
singing your raucous punctured song
with your talons and your greedy eye
lurking high in the molten sunset
sky behind my left cloth breast
to pounce on strangers.
How many times have I told you:
the civilized world is a zoo,
not a jungle, stay in your cage.
And then the shouts
of blood, the rage as you threw yourself
against my ribs.
As for me, I would have strangled you
gladly with both hands,
squeezed you closed, also
your yelps of joy.
Life goes more smoothly without a heart,
without that shiftless emblem,
that flyblown lion, magpie, cannibal
eagle, scorpion with its metallic tricks
of hate, that vulgar magic,
that organ the size and color
of a scalded rat,
that singed phoenix.
But you’ve shoved me this far,
old pump, and we’re hooked
together like conspirators, which
we are, and just as distrustful.
We know that, barring accidents,
one of us will finally
betray the other; when that happens,
it’s me for the urn, you for the jar.
Until then, it’s an uneasy truce,
and honor between criminals.
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!
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Daily Prompt Love <3 Judge Not
13 March 2017
I unfriended someone this morning on social media, a woman who leads with her “I’m a Christian” banner, but who daily and consistently posts things that are disparaging to others, about people and groups of people with whom I know personally she has little actual experience. She’s older, and has limited life experience, so I had alternately either ignored her ignorance or had tried, gently, to share my own experiences with the people she judged. Her fear, it seems, runs too deep. But this morning, as she posted multiple things mocking and denigrating millennials, I was just done.
Am I judging her? Maybe. I’ll think on that. Pray on it too. But for now, her persistent fear and judgment of people about whom she is ignorant are not something I want in my life every day.
Make art about judging, about judging through ignorance, or–be brave!–educate yourself on someone you have previously judged.
Daily Prompt Love <3 Getting Lost, and Finding Home
11 March 2017
Spent the day lost in a book.
Make art about being lost in a good way.
12 March 2017
Dreamt a future conversation with my grandson, where we talked about what it meant to create home wherever you are, that our true home is what we carry inside us, from our experiences, from the ancestors. He nodded solemnly, as if he already knew this.
Make art about where home is, or how we create home.
Daily Prompt Love <3 On Miracles Being Born
3 March 2017
“The moment a child is born, the mother is also born.”-Osho
Thirty years ago today, the first of the three greatest miracles of my life occurred: I met my daughter Lia. Now she’s a mama herself ❤ The miracle of Endless Love ❤
Make art about daughters, or about being born.
Daily Prompt Love <3 How do you know that?
in·tu·i·tion
ˌint(y)o͞oˈiSH(ə)n/
noun
1 the ability to understand something immediately, without the need for conscious reasoning.
“we shall allow our intuition to guide us”
2 a thing that one knows or considers likely from instinctive feeling rather than conscious reasoning.
“your insights and intuitions as a native speaker are positively sought”
Make art about intuition, about using intuition, about what is revealed or understood intuitively.
Daily Prompt Love <3 Rescue
15 December 2016
Dreamt I was rescuing babies from some catastrophe.
Make art about rescue, about rescuing, about being rescued.
Mine Rescue by Fletcher Martin
Daily Prompt Catch-Up! Defiance and Remaking
2 December 2016
De·fi·ance (dəˈfīəns/) noun
open resistance; bold disobedience.
“the demonstration was held in defiance of official warnings”
Make art about acts of defiance, small or large.
3 December 2016
Making new stocking for our family with remnants of late 40s-early 50s vintage fabric.
Make art about remaking something old into something new.
Daily Prompt Love <3 Doing What's Right
1 December 2016
On December 1, 1955, in Montgomery, Alabama, Parks refused to obey bus driver’s order to give up her seat in the colored section to a white passenger, after the white section was filled.
Make art inspired by this, about doing what’s right.
Mary Carroll-Hackett: Poetry and Prose 
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