I don’t write poetry from prompts
Except the ones the universe sends me
Special delivery
Unexpected words that tumble into my mind organically
From my sub-conscious
Or random events that create inspiration through synchronicity
I resist the safety of corralled intention
Rebelling against the imposition of someone else’s truth
Even as a push in a general direction
Poetry workshops bother me with their forced creations
Those poems I treat as bastards
Who I’ll never love completely, if at all
I am sovereign in and of myself
Arbitrary and demanding as any jealous lord
Just as security conscious with my borders as any other
State
Of being or mind
So I wait for divine sparks
Or dogs that bark
To lift me into the right moment
To write my untranslated words
In my own time
David Trudel © 2013
I love the result.
Thanks Susan. I don’t mean to disparage prompts and those who use them, it’s just that for me I need to stay totally organic, so to speak.