Poetry is the art of making words beautiful,
It is using language the way a painter uses color.
–@StevieStreets #nationalpoetrymonth #artofpoetry #writingprompt | WHAT IS POETRY?
I had a dream…
The Beatles were talking to The Monkees
The Monkees took me to meet Def Leppard
Def Leppard began Smashing Pumpkins like another brick in the wall
The Smashing Pumpkins turned into The Eagles
The Eagles called The Police because a horse with no name stole The Black Eyed Peas
The Police said The Black Eyed Peas were last spotted with The Black Crowes
The Black Crowes were taking purple haze with some dudes named Jimi Hendrix and Ziggy Stardust
Jimi Hendrix and Ziggy Stardust brought a couple of zigzags from The Grateful Dead
The Grateful Dead began to contemplate their Genesis while eating mushrooms with some guys named Pink Floyd
Pink Floyd hitched a ride with Fleetwood Mac to the dark side of the moon
Fleetwood Mac came back in black with t-shirts and trucker’s hats labeled AC/DC
AC/DC experienced Nirvana as they stood with Led Zeppelin
Led Zeppelin took a jagged little pill in hotel California
Come to find out that jagged little pill was a thiller and The Beatles had a few Monkees on their back
Turns out The Beatles were so high, they thought The Monkees were telling them to listen to the wall
They stood there stuck in a stupor trying to listen to the wall, until the Def Leppard said he heard they were supposed to climb the wall
At that time, The Eagles and The Black Crowes were with The Doobie Brothers and The Rolling Stones
The Doobie Brothers turned into The Who at the wall
Jim Morrison was rocking out like The Rolling Stones as he stated: there’s no need to smash through walls, I brought The Doors
The next day I asked the dream teller to interpret my dream
She replied: until you tell me where you got those mushrooms from, F’ your dream 😂
–@StevieStreets | Counterculture Counterparts
Writing Prompt: Write at least two hundred words
Muse: Music Artists, Band Names, and/or Album/Song Titles
He peaked at the windows, hoping to see traces of life. He saw inches of gloom neath the blinds; it looked as if it was raining outside.
It was a wonderful Wednesday, if only in his mind. He had been confined to that room for quite some time. Five minutes felt like a fifty year bid, as he searched for a sentence.
–@StevieStreets #NaNoWriMo #WriteIn | Writer’s Block
Ice Breaker: 5 minute writing exercise
Writing Prompt: Write about your current surroundings.
1. The library meeting room
2. Blank papers & blank stares: the writers with no words written and the stare decisis that stared them in the face like a blinding light
3. The one wall with windows
4. The inch between the bottom of the blinds and the window sill
5. The smell of fear: the 5 minute writing restraint echoed like an unfavorable verdict; at that moment the convocation transformed to confinement as the only thing written in the write-in appeared to be the fear of writer’s block – and it was written all over the face of the writers
Soliloquy: The irony of succumbing to writer’s block in a write-in is like developing an appreciation for the beauty in life while within the confines of a cellblock.