1.18.17. Todays writing prompt
Free association
Write down the first words that comes to mind when we
say . . . home. . . soil. . . rain. Use those words in the title of
your post.
I don't have words that come to mind when I think of home. Instead I have a blank image in my mind. I lost my home. I am not homeless because I do have a safe place to rest my head but for some reason it is hard to call it my home. I have yet to build my home because the place I am at now can be left in a heartbeat. That is not home to me.
When I think of rain I think of the sun, and how it will come back again. I am like the rain, here for a moment only to be forgotten.
Soil reminds me of the weeping willow trees. It reminds me why we need rain in the first place. To replenish. To give life too. To nourish.
"And if you say your prayers, you will make god happy."
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300 Writing Prompts
PoetryThis is already a real book, so disclaimer I guess. But this is me filling in these prompts. I want to do at least one a day in the book and on here so if I ever lose my physical copy, I can come back here and reminisce or something. Feel free to ta...
