"Some memories I would give anything to forget.
Others I would not give up upon the point of
death, they are the bright hawks of my life."
- Mary Oliver
Reflect on the "bright hawks" of your life. Maybe write down two or three of them. Or four or five. Maybe write a poem called "Bright Hawks" (but make sure you give credit to Mary Oliver).
Today's prompt:
"As above, so below"
"When I'm dead I won't be looking for a partner
As much as a heavenly creature"
- Dorothea Lasky
Oh yes, we're going there. Today's prompt: "When I'm dead..."
What do you expect from death? From "Heaven"? From the afterlife? What are you waiting for? What do you hope for?
For further inspiration, read the full poem "Complainers" (from Rome) by Dorothea Lasky, or listen to her read it here (I love the way she kind of yells her poems).