The prompt for today’s meeting is to run with the wide open suggestion of:
Life is ….
Prompts
PROMPT FOR THE WEEK: “OH, NO!”
The prompt for this week’s writing is the question:
What person would you never want to hear exclaim “Oh, No!”.
Would it be a doctor? … a plumber? …. an undertaker?
PROMPT: SOMETHING FROM YOUR CHILDHOOD
There was a second prompt given in this week’s meeting: Something From Your Childhood.
PROMPT: ERUPTION
This week the eruption of the Kilauea volcano on the Big Island of Hawaii has been in the news. Use this event to write on the prompt, or use the image of eruption from another perspective.
PROMPT FOR THE WEEK: GLASS TUBE OR GLASS TUNNEL
The prompt for this week’s writing is the suggestion: Glass Tube or Glass Tunnel
PROMPT FOR THE WEEK: BOWL
The prompt for this week’s writing is simply: Bowl
PROMPT: “THE GRIEVING WIDOW….”
The prompt for this week’s meeting was to use the following statement and take it in whatever direction you chose.
“The grieving widow froze at the sight of the bowl of red ochre …”
Prompt-a-Month: Windows
The May prompt-a-month for our Writers in the Grove members is:
What do you see out the window you look out of most often?
Writers in the Grove members may hand in their submissions during the workshops or use our members only submission form. Check out the guidelines and instructions for submissions in the announcement.
PROMPT FOR THE WEEK: WRITE A POEM
Try writing a poem if you’ve never written one. It can be daunting to try to write a poem if it’s something you’ve never tried.
The following lines are from the poem “Poetry”, by Pablo Neruda (included in the book “Saved By A Poem”, by Kim Rosen).
…and I wrote the first faint line,
faint, without substance, pure
nonsense,
pure wisdom
of someone who knows nothing, ….
Someone in the group suggested, “You start by starting.”
Just put something on paper and see if a poem can grow from it.
PROMPT: ROW, ROW, ROW YOUR BOAT…”
The prompt for this week’s meeting comes from a passage in the book “Saved By A Poem”, by Kim Rosen.
She describes talks she had with her 98-year-old grandmother, who was dying:
Sometimes we’d sing together:
Row, row, row your boat
Gently down the stream
Merrily, merrily, merrily, merrily
Life is but a dream.
Until I sang this song with my 98-year-old grandmother, her body pumping as if paddling toward the veil between the worlds, I’d never heard its wisdom. “It’s true, isn’t it, Nana?” I would ask her. “Life is the dream. Where you’re going , maybe that’s the reality.” She didn’t answer, but I felt her press her cheek into my hand as we began the song again.
Write from any inspiration you take from the passage above.
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