Phew, I'm crawling back out of the woodwork for this killer prompt. Maybe it's because I've felt disconnected from my local writing community recently and have been doing a lot of rock climbing, but I couldn't help myself. shod in rubber. Ignore the thunder— uncertainty is why you came. Open your mouth when you breathe. gone tomorrow; taste them on the rain today. At the top, hook the metal back Leave your hands raw. Leave your feet bare when they return to Earth. The sand is soft in Muir Valley, and the snakes This is what it's like to toss fear, wet, across the ground where it will run in rivulets with mud and melting Trade it for laughter. Grin with bright teeth that know what it's like to fight gravity. This is what it's like to climb into the storm: Tilt against the rock, a crucifix The rhododendron and pine will be to your waist. Leave the wall clean. don’t bother with cloudy weather. clay. Spill it from chest and gut.
Oh gosh, thanks so much! That is very kind of you to say. I grinned at a few of your lines as well, especially this one, which resonated with me: not wanting to be doctrinaire about anything, even orange juice. I have indeed published poems in Maudlin House, Rat's Ass Review, Poetry Pacific, and The Scarlet Leaf Review. I haven't been submitting much lately and have hit a bit of a dry spell in my writing, but I plan to get back into the swing of things soon! I'd love to appear in lit.cat -- it's such a fun publication with mixed media, which I appreciate.but instead buy a carton of juice for the boyfriend
I was just looking through previous #todayswritingprompt and found another lovely thing you wrote.
Wow! Thanks for calling it a killer prompt and for writing this killer poem. Try this prompt on your high school class and read them BurnTheBarricade's poem and yours and all of them.
Oh thank you, I will! Your suggestion is welcome; I am teaching a big poetry/writing workshop unit in a couple of months and am just beginning to compile and organize texts!