POEM STARTER
Inspired by Maranda Quinn
Write a poem in any form, on any topic you like, which uses a single metaphor throughout.
Try to develop the metaphor as the poem progresses, and use it as a central theme throughout.
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I don’t know what to do with this sorta freedom my mind is not able to produce anything for some reason. I’ll have to think about it I guess.
Any topic. Any metaphor. It allows for freedom to the point of immobilization. Why am I stuck on this prompt? Because I lack time. No. I lack care. No. I lack courage. No. I lack time. Yes. Time. No. I lack care. I lack poetry. Poetry lacks me. Beauty is rotting under my feet, and all I can say is this song. All along I had died, tried, lied to your face and was strong. Wrong, I’d severe my hands if it’d make this right, but it won’t and you know I am bleeding out, so why do you hear me out?
