The Poetry Bus – Who Wrote These Prompts?

Can anyone explain why I didn't write a prompt to match an already written poem? Instead I wrote three different prompts with no clue what my own effort might look like. Go to this post to read the prompts & check out the other bus passengers.

I'm not touching the first prompt. I have had plenty of arguments with God, but I'm not prepared to write about them. This is a family blog. 

Any response to the third prompt has the danger of being too precious right now. I already have the sentences bubbling up from the depths – they need to just stay down there until I feel more cynical about the trees or we'll all end up gagging. 

So that leaves Sam Neill – er, writing about my dream place. Some who know me might believe that it would be Big Rock Candy Mountain. And that might be close to the truth. Except for the gin. Blech. However, this is what happened when I wrote it down:

I try them on for size.

East and west

North and south

Small towns

Or wide open spaces

A mountainside filled

With rhododendron

Or a sandy refuge

By the sea

Lovely haunted

Lonely spaces

At the end of the day

I am on the road

Calling with my usual

"Hey sweetie!

I'm on my way home!"

When I add the phone call

To those daydreams

Any and all of those

Northerly southerly

Country town places

Bloom with life

And color and possibility

They bloom with you