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    Here is the second 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.


    thank
    blocked
    cried
    freedom
    rhyme
    reminder
    box
    teacher
    carefully
    light


    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

  • #2
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    Last edited by Sumyanna; 07-17-2016, 09:08 AM.

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    • #3
      This is the prompt that I used to write "The Truth Tells Its Own Story."

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      • #4
        This is a bit of free verse or if there is some kind of rhyming scheme then I don't see it, in this standard political protest poem.

        Carefully composing and constructing a rhyme
        Just as my English teacher taught me at school.
        Our marches will be a reminder for those at the top.
        You may have blocked our light.
        But we won't be put into a box and stopped.
        We have our ancestors to thank for fighting
        in the name of those who cried "freedom"!

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        • RhymeLovingWriter
          RhymeLovingWriter commented
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          Nicely played Tashi!

        • Sumyanna
          Sumyanna commented
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          Oh I do love this one. Sorry I got quiet there for a bit. The kids are finishing up the school year and we were trying to get done early. Love where you took the words.

      • #5
        Revisionism

        Did I thank you
        for the reminder you
        so carefully implied,
        that night I cried?

        As teacher touting
        freedom (while box building)
        instead of leading
        to light

        You blocked my way
        You broke my rhyme

        And I will
        never
        be the same

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        • Sumyanna
          Sumyanna commented
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          Oh wow - fabulous as well. I love how this one tells a story. Wonderful poem.

        • RhymeLovingWriter
          RhymeLovingWriter commented
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          Thanks Sumyanna. I like the idea of these prompts more and more because the poem sort of takes you where it wants to go (as opposed to starting out with an idea you work everything else around). Fun stuff.

      • #6
        Thanks for the like Tashi. Do you like doing these kinds of prompts? I'm finding it a little challenging, but trust what Sumyanna said about it helping me stretch my boundaries.

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        • Tashi
          Tashi commented
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          To be honest, I don't do these sorts of challenges enough. I should really because it does challenge me to do write I haven't done before or something that's out of my comfort zone.

        • Sumyanna
          Sumyanna commented
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          I promise they do. It may take time - but I do have to say that you do realize the benefits pretty quickly. When you are able to write about things that you normally wouldn't - then when you write about what is true and heartfelt, it sings more beautifully. I guess it is all in the practice. As with all things - there is great benefit. Hope you find that too.

          By the way - I have written (am writing) an online book about writing prompts - to help people see how I do through a writing prompt (whether it be an image or words). I thought I would share in case you think it might benefit you. Here is the link:

          https://storybird.com/chapters/finding-the-story/

        • RhymeLovingWriter
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          I look forward to looking at your book Sumyanna. Thanks for attaching the link!

      • #7
        Spark

        Thank you for this little reminder
        You really are the perfect teacher
        I was once stuck in this dark empty box
        But you gave me freedom due to our talks

        You carefully filled me with light
        and oh wow what a sight
        No longer am I blocked in this cage
        I can now keep rhythym and rhyme on this stage

        Be careful you quickly cried
        Yet I don't need to with you as my guide
        For now you will have to watch me like a drone
        One day though, I will thrive all alone
        Last edited by Raku; 05-25-2016, 06:47 PM.

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        • Sumyanna
          Sumyanna commented
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          Wonderful lines! Love how you took this one in a different direction Raku!

      • #8
        CRY FREEDOM

        They laid the lash next to the
        Shackled necklace
        Stained red,
        where the last man who sought
        Freedom bled
        and we could still hear
        the ghostly echoes of his pleading
        as he cried out
        to those whom
        were, to mercy,
        unacquainted.

        And though many shook
        beneath the shadow of the
        Flagellating reminder,
        of he who reached beyond
        his ebb,
        and stumbled
        never again to rise,
        the deeds of men
        are an uncertain education,
        for that, for which, some men,
        stands to deter,
        hath often left another enticed,
        and brutal lessons,
        are themselves a teacher,
        whom spurs to mettle mustered.

        So I,
        made darkness my companion,
        and found comfort
        in the fading light,
        then,
        armed with stealth
        and determined cunning,
        slipped inside the cobbler's wagon,
        so I,
        no less accustomed
        to proprietary countenance,
        hid carefully inside
        the box of cotton.

        Then,
        I whispered a prayer,
        to thank the long-passed fiddler
        who spoke
        the road to freedom
        in rhyme,
        and summoned hope
        for fortune's favour
        as faith blocked doubt
        from entering mind.


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        • Sumyanna
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          Wow - I love the style of this one. Love where you took those words DWAYNE.

        • RhymeLovingWriter
          RhymeLovingWriter commented
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          Awesome job.

      • #9
        Thank you.

        Working from prompts is new to me.

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