The prompt: About You The poem: Youth harbored long enough. Then love.
Life really is a long learning experience. As a young person, I did not know myself enough to truly love myself. But here I am, learning about myself more every day, and of the world and people around me. Is it psychotic that I’ve found things I love about life now? The world seems to be in shambles until I walk away from the computer and watch honey bees in my parents’ garden. This life thing ain’t so bad. I wish I could tell my younger self that. I’m telling you now.
A word about this prompt: I am gathering these prompts from here, where there is a list of prompts for the month of April. I chose to not interpret this in a romantic way, or anything. That is just not something I want to write about. Instead, I wrote it around one of the most important male figures in my life, my father. I thought about him as a young man, and how little I know about his youth. Anyway, here it is:
The prompt: About a boy. The poem: Faded photo, young dad. No smile.
(Grad school). I remain imperfect. But the grueling behind clear eyes
feels like a portal to joy.
I began with my vision
But, the further
I dive into the forest,
the more the canopy
On my olive skin.
To look down
at my hands
is to look through a kaleidoscope
If the virus created
@ least I could shine
(This is from a writing prompt featured in “300 Writing Prompts.”)