PROMPT #4

craft your own short poem that involves a weather phenomenon and some aspect of the season.
Try using rhyme and keeping your lines of roughly even length.

She stirs in her cell, unaware she’s free

The keyboards start to click in joyous dread;

For you, O useless reader, hold the key

To rouse this sleeping prisoner from her bed.

Accustomed to her dull imprisoned state

Unused to warmth, she babbles in her cage

She fears, at first, the freedom to create;

Awakening, our muse begins to rage

Across the warming threshold into light,

She strides as verses blossom on the page

To chastise and put winter’s ghosts to flight.

The thawing wind! She shakes her golden hair

And lyric pollination seeds the air . . .

PROMPT #3:

write a poem in which a profession or vocation is described differently than it typically is considered to be. Perhaps your poem will feature a very relaxed brain surgeon, or a farmer that hates vegetables. Or maybe you have a poetical alter-ego of your own, who flies a non-wan, treasure-hunting flag with pride.

Loud low-info everywhere.

Think I’m racist? I don’t care.

Tranny psychos causing drama?

Love them as hard as I love your momma.

Zionists out to kill the poor;

Call me a Nazi. I’ll endure.

Pentagon war-lords making good?

As long as it’s not MY neighborhood…

All our taxes straight to Ukraine?

Truth is lies, but I feel your pain.

Bombing schoolgirls in Iran?

Well that’s how righteous wars are won!

Credentialed teams of specialists
Review the troubled student lists.
The ratio is eight-to-one:
Master degrees to restless son.
Endless action-steps prescribed,
Services offered, or denied…
Recent to their foster-nation,
Parents need interpretation.
Data-driven milquetoasts mild
Converge upon the clueless child,
Whose PPT drags on forever;
Second hands begin to sever
Time from minutes, hope from haste
(Student-centered, outcome-based).

Pretending to follow Prompt #2:

write your own poem in which you recount a childhood memory.
Try to incorporate a sense of how that experience indicated to you, even then,
something about the person you’d grow up to be.