Today, I’m using another optional NaPoWriMo prompt that isn’t making me feel terribly insecure:
Today’s (optional) prompt is to write a poem in which you very specifically describe something in terms of at least three of the five senses. So, for example, your poem could carefully describe the smell of something, the taste of something, and the sound of something. It might be helpful to pick things you have actually encountered during your day: a cup of coffee at the office (“burnt, flat, and joylessly acrid”), or a hyacinth in the neighobr’s yard (“riotously curled petals shading violet-lavender-white, against the dark-green glossy-smooth leaves”).
It’s a pen twisting words on paper
full of crossings-out and sketches;
It’s cheeky banter, witty comebacks,
howls of shared laughter;
It tastes like sweet and rich dessert
with a kick of salt and basil;
And then there’s that other sense,
and it feels like playfulness–
It feels like creating, shaping,
Like fingers gripping a pen,
typing on a keyboard,
the grip and pull of a paintbrush;
like visual, virtual, wordy Play-Dough.
Ok. That could have been better, but it’s 1am and I have French homework and class tomorrow. I am grateful for having retained my sense of playfulness, for it makes learning anything so much more fun.