Writing Prompt For
Day VII of NaNoWriMo:
“Poetry is the journal of a sea animal living on land, wanting to fly in the air.” – Carl Sandburg
What is poetry to you? Is it flowery, something unreal and only written for the benefit of impressing others? Or is it something that goes deeper than that?
Do you consider poetry art? A refuge from your own solitudes? An antidote to the musings of the Demons that hide inside the unwashed corners of your soul? Where does an unwritten poetry hide?
What is poetry to you? What does it stir? Where does it come from?
Write about Poetry!
