First Five Fragments for Friday – Poetry Prompt Day

Your weekly offering of writing/art prompts.


Today, I’m offering prompts geared toward the poetic. Maybe it’ll inspire a Mother’s Day greeting if you are in need of one.

1. A warm breeze and the smell of rain / flash of lightning in the night sky / the breath as I wait for the rumble

2. That concern for my children no matter how old they are, no matter how long since their heads lay on pillows in my house

3. Thunderstorm at 1 a.m. Curtains puff at the open window. Lightning illuminates sleep-drenched dreams. What is real?

4. Comfort comes in small packages, in spoons full of home-made soup and freshly-laundered towels handed over while still warm from the dryer, in cookies delivered before final exams and text messages late at night when no one else will answer.

5. The long drive home from a job that takes you miles away, radio stations spotty, a dark night sky, and the woman who waits for the sound of your truck when it finally rumbles to a stop at the curb.

I must be feeling pensive. Spring is like that sometimes.

Happy Mother’s Day to all those who celebrate it. And Happy Friday.


10 comments

  1. Thanks, Audrey! Yes, pensive has its benefits. Hope you have a wonderful Mom's Day surrounded by family. I'll be at the Komen Race for the Cure on Sunday morning with my daughter and Mick and our wonderful friends Luann and Galen and their family. This is the fourth year in a row we've done the race together.

  2. Pensive, like melancholy always gives rise to 'soft' thoughts. And frequently an appreciation of beauty. Not a bad place to be at all. Certainly preferable to some of its harder edged cousins like depression and anger.

  3. It's all in how you look at it…

    Mother's Day

    Radio stations spotty at 1 a.m.,
    the smell of my children puffs at the open window–
    flash of home-made soup in sleep drenched dreams.
    The long drive as I wait for the rumble
    of fresh-laundered towels. A dark night sky
    comforts my children late at night when
    no one else will answer. Small packages
    illuminate that concern in a flash of lightning.
    Miles away, what is real?

  4. Shared this on g+ because I found it wonderfully evocative. I'm not waxing poetic of late but if I were, no doubt I'd be sharing somethig now.


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