Our goal is to provide you with several prompts each week to inspire a poem or short story.
To submit, just put your poem or short story in the "Comments" section and hit "Publish".
To see your poem, you will need to click "Comments" again.
To submit, just put your poem or short story in the "Comments" section and hit "Publish".
To see your poem, you will need to click "Comments" again.
You may need to have a Gmail or Yahoo or AOL account to post in the comments section. Most of you do have Gmail or Yahoo or AOL, but for those of you that don't, it's worthwhile to open up one of these email accounts now so that you can post here.
Use these prompts and the ensuing poems or stories that they generate and get your writing out there in the world.
Today's poem or short story prompt: "Advent or advent".
advent:
the arrival of a notable person, thing, or event.
"the advent of television"
| synonyms: | arrival, appearance, emergence, materialization, occurrence, dawn, birth, rise,development; More |
- the first season of the Christian church year, leading up to Christmas and including the four preceding Sundays.noun: Advent
- CHRISTIAN THEOLOGYthe coming or second coming of Christ.noun: Advent
This comment has been removed by the author.
ReplyDeleteNice balancing excitement, anger, positivity, negativity, love it.
DeleteAdvent Calendar
DeleteIn our house
The advent calendar
Lasted three days at most
How in God's name
Do you expect four excitable children
To wait
What made you think we could behave ourselves
When we'd given you absolutely no proof
That we had that type of patience
Or self-control
What type of parent monster
Hangs this up on the pre-Christmas wall
Expecting their children
(Did I say four children)
To gingerly tear off one day at a time
When there was the possibility
Of a clue that would cough up a present
What made you think this was fair
What other mother were you listening to
Who convinced you that new children would appear
After this religious item took its place in the house
We your children feel sorry for you
You must be so unhappy
To pull this kind of stunt
So don't be surprised
When you see that calendar ripped to shit
Swaying in the breeze
Of our gas heated home
We held out as long as we could
And probably a few minutes longer
Catherine Powers
Copyright 2016
November 4, 2016