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    Here is the first word list prompt. Here are 10 words to inspire your writing. Use them to create anything form of poetry. The main thing is to read something into these words - and let them tell you a story.

    moon
    park
    paper
    foot
    willow
    summer
    edges
    whispers
    walk
    notice

    The minimum word use is set at 3 words. I have found - trying to use as many as I can helps me stretch my writing. It is good practice.

    Please post your writing here - so everyone can see what you came up with. Part of the joy in doing this exercise is to see how many different ways these words can take you.

    ~ Sumyanna

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    Last edited by Sumyanna; 07-17-2016, 08:11 AM.

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    • #3
      Very nice, Sumyanna!

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      • Sumyanna
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        Thank you!

    • #4
      I walk in the park with the moon shining down

      I silence myself, I don't make a sound

      The wind rustles the willow, and whispers in my ear

      I look up is the sky, which of clouds was clear

      I looked down to my foot and noticed a paper

      It said "please meet me at the skyscraper"

      I did not know whom this was for, since it was not for me

      I threw it in the trash this strangers odd plea

      The summer wind began to blow

      My feet suddenly lost their flow

      I was sitting on the edge of the sidewalk

      And suddenly I heard a voice begin to talk

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      • Sumyanna
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        Oh I love the story you wove around those words. Wonderful poem. Hope you enjoyed usin the prompt. Hope to send more, but I usually only post them once a week so that everyone has enough time to write for them :-)

      • PoetryBree
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        Thanks Sumyanna for posting the prompt! I look forward to the ones you have in the future!

      • Suz-zen
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        Provocative!!
        I looked down to my foot and noticed a paper

        It said "please meet me at the skyscraper"

        I did not know whom this was for, since it was not for me

        I threw it in the trash this strangers odd plea

    • #5



      Faithfully Mr. Willow takes a walk
      In the black molasses park
      Without whispers or a nod
      To the creatures that he pretends not to notice.

      As summer edges ever closer
      He allows himself to hear
      The paper thin moon
      only one foot away


      In the darkness of his heart.

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      • Suz-zen
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        Well Done! I sometimes I will take an old book and circle words to write a poem that seems to jump out at me! Some folks find this an affront to the the book!! or author!??
        I find it a bit naughty, maybe the good girl's graffiti!

      • Sumyanna
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        I know some have done "found poetry" where they actually circle the words in a written page as a poem and darken out or doodle on the remainder. For me, it would be hard - but I do love the idea of this. Might just have to force myself to find 10 words that way - only on one page. Would definitely change up the outcome of the story.

      • Suz-zen
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        I have done that too! Will try to find and share if you want... different if you add mixed media too...

    • #6
      Walk with me quietly,
      study the way
      The charm of the night
      brings its magic in play
      The moon casts its net on
      the willow tree's frame
      And whispers it's masterful,
      menacing claim.
      The park fails to notice,
      and edges the scene
      with delicate starlight.
      The midnight prom queen
      dances unseen on
      the paper-thin floor
      embracing the night in
      her summer folklore.
      Meanwhile, at the foot of the
      willow that weeps
      the silver fern gathers
      its tears as it sleeps.
      Last edited by Smee; 05-07-2016, 10:25 AM. Reason: I realised that I hadn't done the keywords in bold, then realised that I hadn't included the word 'walk', so did some more editing!

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      • RhymeLovingWriter
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        Reads as magical Smee!

      • Smee
        Smee commented
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        Thanks for the encouragement RhymeLovingWriter. I fancied a challenge and quite enjoyed the discipline of this idea,; it's a great thing to do when the dreaded 'writer's block' strikes.

    • #7
      Once upon a summer
      I notice the park's serenity
      under the moon's silver glow.
      I can only make out the edges and water's reflections
      as I sit by the foot of the willow tree,
      scribbling in my book
      the whispers of the crickets, the grass and wind.
      It's a strange yet peaceful time of the night
      to walk in the dark.
      I wonder what the words on the paper
      will mean the next morning.

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      • RhymeLovingWriter
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        This is lovely Tashi. Serene and holding such promise for a new day!

    • #8
      Mine might be a bit rough cause it's an early draft, but let me know what you think.

      Yearly Zen

      Here we are, it's that time of year once again
      Where we put all our troubles behind, and enter a zen
      We can walk, or read the paper without care
      Maybe relax in a park and notice a calm in the air

      Lay down by the foot of a willow tree
      Imagine resting with a cute little monkey
      You two can listen to the whispers of the wind
      and wait for the day light to become dimmed

      Look up through the branches and see the moon up in they sky
      A bright sphere of white so small to the eye, and up very high
      In a sky not quit dark, casting a scene so colorful
      But is cut short when you hear a distant rumble

      Through the edges of the trees you see a flash of light
      Heavy rain will come soon, and that's alright
      You and your monkey friend smile at each other
      For once again this time of year is summer

      Also sorry for the usage of monkey. I'm currently working on a "Year of the Monkey" book so if I can polish this poem up, and (possibly) include this in there. That would be great =)
      Last edited by Raku; 05-25-2016, 04:47 PM.

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