Today's prompt is to write a poem in the form of a prompt. Yep. I based mine on the method I used in college for all paper and essay writing. Wait for the sun to set.
Put the kettle on to boil And throw a handful of green tea leaves In the strainer Or directly in the teapot If it's the kind with a built-in strainer in the spout. Remove the kettle from the heat Right before it whistles (You can sense it like The calm before a storm If you are paying attention). Then pour the hot water into the teapot In a thin stream From as high a place as Your skill, your physiology, and the architecture Will allow So as not to scald the delicate leaves. Exercise forty-five seconds of patience If the leaves are fresh (Longer if they are old). Drink. The whole pot. Slowly. Tiny Chinese teacupful by tiny Chinese teacupful As the world around you Goes to sleep. One by one Lights will be turned off, Cars will cease to pass by, The crickets will fall silent. The stars (if you pay attention to such things As I'm told Poets are wont to do) Will be found Where you are unaccustomed to find them Visiting strange locales. Here In the heart of night Which has no beat But is rather like the space between beats Is where you will find The words That are uniquely yours. For you are the only consciousness, The sole creator of sound In this dark Silent Space between heartbeats. Here Among the soggy tea leaves And strange stars Is your poem.
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