(This surprised me by taking under ten minutes. I think I’ll do another prompt today because I feel like I’ve been let out of school early.)
Another writing prompt, another day—
Bizarre or quotidian: Who knows?
Challenging my creativity
Despite initial doubt,
Every day my fingers surprise me.
Frightful or frivolous,
Good or mediocre; when I
Hear my words as
I read them aloud, it
Just gives me a quiver that
Kills my insecurity, my feelings of
Lameness, if only for a
Nature, it seems, has given me this talent
Of being a wordsmith. My ground-in Christianity
Perennially brings me to the Talents parable.
Queer, in such an agnostic adrift, I know.
Still brings me
To Gibbs’ Rule #5: Don’t waste good.
Unless I can come up with some other
Very good thing to do,
Writing is my thing, whether
Xanthic or fertile, it holds me accountable.
Yesterday and tomorrow, I must cry forth my One, else be a