Quite some time ago, I used to write for poetry prompts… namely, I would choose ten random words and write a poem with them. It may sound a strange endeavor, but I found that a lot of my poems took me places I would not normally have gone… mostly due in part, because part of the story was already there in the chosen words. I actually found that I enjoyed writing this way and the poems would often become my favorites.
I usually use a random word list generator to gather the words. Here’s the current list:
I haven’t done it in some time, but I guess today is just as good as the next to start. You may feel free to join in, I might add. I have had people in the past write for the same word list and they enjoyed it. Essentially, feel to write whatever you want… poetry, prose, a short story. Also, you do not have to use all of the words, but I often find it a good challenge. If a word (in its current form) does not completely work for you (you can make fear work, but not fearful) by all means… know that it’s okay to be a bit flexible. Let me know if you do decide to take on the challenge – as I would be happy to share a link here.
Either way, here’s the poem I have written based on this prompt:
What is the hook, really?
the one that
holds our interest,
but trite, misplaced formalities.
Have they not yet
worn their way to waste?
You have to ask,
What is real, anymore?
For we walk the lonely streets
Hiding our own innate beauty
Behind a stone forged mask
Sweeping away any untidy truths
And yet we breathe –
We all breathe the same
Still we all fail to see each others’ humanity.
The knowledgeable speak
Of friendship, mercy, and peace
Yet, out of self-concern
They fade as mere words
Uttered by fearful lips
Their significance has lost its bite.
© Sumyanna 2018