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Something Creative

Do something creative  every day and feel how much wonder comes your way. -- doug smith

Give It Time: Visualizer 3-3

  out of order all awry start to laugh ache to cry waves of drama surrounding us broken dreams rusted trust. DEBRIEF: What scene occurs to you? Does this spark drama? Do you feel comedy? Is it a musical? Give it time. Give your creativity time. Commit.

Poetry: Line by Line

Improv Prompt Four characters take the stage. The first three have the task of creating a new line of poetry to add to the accumulating lines of poetry until a logical or satisfying conclusion is reached. Make no attempt to make this funny. The fourth person, having heard the first three lines, creates a two line chorus. They will then repeat this chorus each round. "Why not make it funny?" "It might BE funny. The guideline though is to make no ATTEMPT to make it funny. The harder you try NOT to make it funny, the greater potential it has." -- doug smith

The Writer Sleeps

in a dream she wrote a revolutionary  novel one chapter at a time like visions trickling thru her hair wondering "what did he mean when he said that..." and writing it all down turned the storm walls of calling into the dream walls of joy "what if novels didn't have to be sad?" she said -- doug smith

another unbroken line

 the unbroken line steers thru you unaffected unphased sense of purpose                            denied on purpose                   over and over again: you dream of something meaningful, light not (yet) focused covering you which is to say        uncovering you layer after layer           the sounds like velcro           unclothing disrobing           revealing hey is that you? is that the you you wanted to reveal?                                      or, does that you, catch you, as      much by surprise as the rest of us? douglas brent smith

Poem: either / or

we do not always (read: seldom) have choices or                opportunities to call chances for how                the outcome arrives alive in expectations we       genuflect gyrations to promises unkept and either swept or      wept away you swept me off my feed all      enthusiastic and smiling (a smile that      feels endless) ending spending our hearts ration of       rational being beating so out of tempo either          two hundred beats per minute or paused to a stop          --- douglas brent smith