Writing Prompt

A few weeks ago, I attended Poets at Play and the proctor provided a writing prompt.  I didn’t follow the prompt that day, but decided to try it out while I was relaxing at the beach the following day.  I’ve listed both the prompt and my poem below 🙂

The Prompt:
Make a list of the following things and include them in your poem

  • 3-4 colors
  • 3-4 sounds
  • 3-4 flavors
  • 3-4 parts of the body
  • 1 factual statement
  • 1 command
  • 1 thing you lost
  • 1 particular question
  • 1 abstract question
  • several locations
  • several objects
  • 1-2 living creatures
  • 2-3 kinesthetic adjectives

My Poem

I arrived at Seacliff Beach
in my metallic baby blue minivan,
dressed in a neon pink shirt,
a flapping lavender skirt,
and modern happy black sunglasses.
I can’t stop… dancing to the music.

Birds chirping in the sky,
dolphins swimming in the ocean.
The scent of smoked sausage
drifts in my nostrils
and I can’t stop
popping flaming hot
cheetos into my mouth.

My big toe caresses the sand.
I am writing a poem at the beach,
sitting in my camping chair,
tapping my knee cap
as visions of the past
drifts into mind.

“What time is the turkey done?”
my grandparents asked
over the loud hum
of the refrigerator
as I stood on the balcony
eating mint chocolate chip
ice cream,
watching the dog’s leash
get caught on the tree trunk.

A fly buzzed by
my ear lobe just then,
just like the time
at Levi’s Stadium.
I was so distracted,
I hit my funny bone
and dropped my nachos.

Nothing was as bad
as discovering bed bugs
in our room
on the cruise ship
and hearing the fast
clickety-clack
of high-heeled shoes
on the dock
every hour, every night,
more annoying
than the loud rev
of a Harley engine starting.

Is my sanity worth more
than human compassion?

A tangent of images,
a tangent of thoughts
based on a list of words.
Maybe it’s time…
to leave the beach.

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  • Please note that majority of events and locations (other than me writing at the beach) are entirely fictional.
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Memory Poem #8: Cyan & Jillian: Morning Run

Cyan met Jillian in the hallway
for their early morning run.
She looked sexy in tight-
fitting sports attire.

He recalled her knocking
on his door late last night
while he was satisfying
himself and how he told her
to go away.

A little embarrassed, he said,
“Sorry about last night,
I was tired.”
“It’s OK, no prob,”
she said, turning pink.

Confused at the time, 
she had called Jess,
who had suspected
what he would’ve been up to
after an unfinished
make-out session.

Cyan stretched his arms and legs
while enjoying the morning breeze.
Jillian followed suit,
listening to the music
of the ocean waves.

She glanced at Cyan –
his hair ruffling in the wind,
and she smiled to herself.
Doing something she loved
with someone she started to love
was a beautiful gift.

“I’ll race you,” he said.
“You’re on.”  Jillian sprinted
along the beach, kicking sand
behind her.

Cyan watched as she ran
gracefully, happily
through the sand.

He admired her buttocks
moving forward and back,
but forced himself to focus
on her ponytail instead
swinging back and forth
like a pendulum.
Cyan was hypnotized
by her.

Jillian felt electricity
shoot through her body,
tingling her heart,
as Cyan brushed
against her arm,
catching up to her.

“Hey Beautiful,
what are you running from?”
he teased.  She blushed.

Cyan slowed as they jogged
by a juice stand.
“Let’s stop here,” he said.
Jillian tilted her head in question.
“They have the best pineapple juice,”
he chirped, like a little kid.
Jillian grinned.

Realizing that his pocket 
was empty, he looked at her
sheepishly.  
“Can you spot me?
I forgot my wallet.”
Jillian paid for the juices.

He was right.
The juice was sweet, magical,
refreshing.
The liquid slid down
her throat, flowed through
her veins, and touched
her heart.  She savored
every last drop
before they kissed.

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Read more of their love story here.

Memory Poem #2: Cyan & Jillian: The Painting

He handed her the painting,
the one he did this afternoon.
“This is for you,” he said,
as he waltzed back to his room.

A night time scene
at the beach.
A little boy and a little girl
cuddled together,
watching the moonlight
dance across the ocean
and the stars twinkle
in the dark blue sky.

Multiple flashlights illuminated
colored glass bottles
of different shapes and sizes
against a big ocean rock.
Red, blue, purple, green, yellow
danced in the shadow
like the Aurora Borealis.

It was a magical scene,
so gentle, so touching,
like music to the eyes.
She smiled and held the painting
against her chest, to her heart,
as she remembered
him and her
at the beach
that night.

the-painting
Images from Google – composite done by Jenuine Inspiration (me)

Follow their love story here.  Poems will be posted weekly.

Like the Ocean

6 months ago, I got married and the journey has been a beautiful one.  To celebrate our semi-anniversary, I wanted to post this love poem that I wrote for my husband 🙂

Like the Ocean

I love holding your hand
as we walk along the sand.
I love you like the ocean
loves the land.

You brighten my day
like sunlight,
with a simple text 
or a gentle caress.

You brighten my night
like moonlight,
with a kiss
and a touch.

In times of hardship,
you are the rock that supports me,
the wind that lifts me,
the flower that inspires me.

You make me alive
like the tide,
and that is why
I love you.

ocean