For today’s prompt, write a moment poem. The moment could be this very moment in time. Or pick a moment from your past and dive into it. It could be a huge moment or event in your life (or the life of another). Or you could share a small, private moment–like a walk at night or solitary adventure.
Spring
Others will want to know
maybe
what this moment was like.
I'm an ill-drawn character of unclear age
(without compelling flaw or situation or motivation)
in a weak creative writing prompt:
Imagine the world has stopped still.
People aren't dead. They are just all inside.
All of them. Everywhere.
All separate, looking out windows, maybe.
What happens next?
No car rolls past my window. After an hour,
one runner in a mask stops and checks her watch.
The wood on the fence across the still street
stains down from the top and up from the bottom
with welcome rain.
And the green of the tree above is, in fact,
the green of a new world.
It's that green.
It's that new.
It is almost blinding.
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