A weekend with friends
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The Picnic by Thomas Cole (1846) |
We might be talking about a mini-vacation, a celebration, or a protest.
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Protesters in Portland, Ore.Jordan Gale for the NYTimes |
Picture it. You are not alone. You are with like-minded people who are passionate and creative. You are plunging into a treasured destination or into non-violent persistence. You might picture a much needed vacation, or a much needed moment to voice your concerns. (Of course, you may be writing about a weekend with friends that doesn't include you.)
I invite you to focus on an event that was (or would be) a break from everyday routine. One with friends.
For Inspiration:
Make me laugh over coffee, make it a double, make it frothy so it seethes in our delight. Make my cup overflow with your small happiness. I want to hoot and snort and cackle and chuckle. Let your laughter fill me like a bell. Let me listen to your ringing and singing as Billie Holiday croons above our heads. Sorry, the blues are nowhere to be found. Not tonight. Not here. No makeup. No tears. Only contours. Only curves. Each sip takes back a pound, each dry-roasted swirl takes our soul. Can I have a refill, just one more? Let the bitterness sink to the bottom of our lives. Let us take this joy to go.
From Misery Islands (CavanKerry Press, 2014)
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We Are Remarkably Loud Not Masked By Juan Felipe Herrera
Thank you Susan - will be back in the morning - Jae
ReplyDeleteGood morning, poets! Today's focus on time with friends drew me down many precious paths before I chose one. I hope you enjoy working with this prompt, too! Have a marvelous week.
ReplyDeleteA timely prompt, Susan. Being remarkably loud and non-violently persistent is definitely called for now. It took me down a path too, to a march our village held in honour of a young local woman and George Floyd, both killed by police around the same time. Sigh. And it is hard to think things are much, much worse now, for so many innocent people.
ReplyDeleteA lovely prompt Susan. It gave me an opportunity to honor my dear friends in a poem. Thank you.
ReplyDeleteIt's been a tough day as it's the anniversary of my father's death, so my husband took me to a wonderful garden belonging to a local country house for a long walk. I didn't have time to write a new poem, but I have linked up one from June this year, which I think might fit the bill. Thank you, Susan, for a flexible prompt and that lovely poem by January Gill O’Neil.
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