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Last of the Writing Prompts: March 21st

Posted on March 21st, 2010 by desert rat
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Saturday Scribes Weekly Writing Prompts

The first day of spring was heralded by flurries and near-zero temperatures in our neck of the woods – that, after a week of sunny shirt-sleeve-weather days reminiscent of June. I find myself oddly reassured to see nature being as unpredictable as ever. Hence the theme of today’s prompts, which will be the last of the Saturday Scribes prompts for the forseeable future. Here’s to a life full of surprises, to help keep the muses amused, and the writing fresh.

Theme: Capricious

Words/Phrases:
new-sprung
thaw
tumultuous
psyche

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There’s a certain Slant of light – by Emily Dickinson

Posted on April 6th, 2009 by desert rat
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An old but good one for today. Seems appropriate, given that I woke up this April morning to a world covered in white – and it’s still snowing. I’ll be posting two new poems tomorrow on Thursday to make up for being a slacker today (will hopefully write at least one of them tonight, but it’s unlikely to make it onto the aetherial digital plane before tomorrow afternoon).

There’s a certain Slant of light,
Winter Afternoons –
That oppresses, like the Heft
Of Cathedral Tunes –

Heavenly Hurt, it gives us –
We can find no scar,
But internal difference,
Where the Meanings, are –

None may teach it — Any –
‘Tis the Seal Despair –
An imperial affliction
Sent us of the Air –

When it comes, the Landscape listens –
Shadows — hold their breath –
When it goes, ’tis like the Distance
On the look of Death –

– Emily Dickinson

A Poem a Day for April: Day 1

Posted on April 1st, 2009 by desert rat
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Been tied up with the usual real life things so far today, but there will be a proper* poem up before midnight tonight. (*if there is such a thing; for now it can be interpreted as “something I’ve actually put more than two minutes of effort into”).

In the meantime:

  1.

  distracted by a shaft of light
  trees silhouetted on my computer screen
  fish sifting pebbles on my right hand
  on my left, a cooling cup of coffee
  before me, shades of grey through leaded diamonds
  the hyacinths in the kitchen window
  smell like lilacs in the rain

For more on National Poetry Month, visit poets.org. , and check out NaPoWriMo (including daily prompts) over at Read Write Poem. We’ll also be covering NaPoWriMo and starting up regular Thursday writing prompts again over at Saturday Scribes.