Prompt 1: Grab the closest book. Go to page 29. Write down 10 words that catch your eye. Use 7 of words
in a poem. For extra credit, have 4 of them appear at the end of a line. (Words: Collapsible, horizon, flurry, voice, emptiness, bereaved, wildest, purest, dancing, rolling - taken from Mary Oliver's What Do We Know)
To see the stars --
A flurry,
January morning,
emptiness surrounds --
memories dancing across my pillow,
sliding down the wrinkled off-white fabric,
collapsing into a pile of nothingness in the folds.
Only snow could be this quiet.
A landscape of death,
mortality revisited --
And only in our wildest dreams
could we find this beautiful:
watching the bereaved,
in their purest voices,
continue across this
collapsible horizon.
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