Writing Prompt on GOT POETRY

Nancy Denofio

This prompt is for the poets here on Got Poetry who want to tackle something other than what you may be used to writing. This prompt is instructional, and tells you what to do and how to do it. Please follow the instructions. <s>

Imagine yourself being in a place the day after a disaster and you have no idea what happened the day before. So use ordinary people. For some odd reason you could walk into a place where you feel alone in a crowd? Perhaps, walking on a beach - and how will you learn about what happened? Remember this is poetry - and the tone and pace is important. Read it aloud, once you are finished, listen to the words, all the words should move as if in motion.

USE real people, no one famous. Pick somewhere, anywhere. You know nothing, and you are faced with a mystery, how will it end? Ordinary REAL life - something like this can happen.

This one should be interesting to write - and to read. Thanks Nancy

Meg Collins writing Prompt on Dec. 8, 2010

I was walking along the beach

the same beach I walked on yesterday

I think it was around 1pm

the beach was swarming with people

children playing

many bright colored buckets of sand and

water and sandcastles were being made

and children digging for sea crabs

remember those tiny little guys in the bottom of the sand?

children playing merrily

digging and digging for sand crabs

laughter and smiles and

the ocean waves crashing amongst the

many granules of sand on the oceans shore

the life guards were watching 

wearing their zinc oxide on their noses

I remember there were ten stands

20 people total in the stands

and a vendor selling food and drinks because

it was 90 degrees

many umbrellas

 mostly blue and yellow and green

I walk the beach today and

the sands are there

the seas are roaring

louder than I have ever heard before

people are scattered, buckets flying to and fro and

lifeguards running

the beach is empty now

it is me

and the ocean

and the sea of blue angry waves

roaring

growing bigger

and bigger

and bigger than I have ever seen before

i am alone

but am I?

I see buckets yet no people

 no sand crabs

stands

but no guards

I walk the beach of the roaring seas

no smiles

no laughter

no people

buckets

blankets

picnic baskets left behind

and a net up for volleyball

and the castles

the sand castles that I viewed before

in the contest

there were 15

they are all gone!

who am I by this sea?

do I matter?

and if I do matter..

why did all the people run

and where do I stand now

among a world of silence

and roaring seas

with no smiles to see today

only that of the angry and roaring seas

only the roars

where did you go?

and why,

why did you leave me here, all alone?