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Writing Prompt Monday: Your favorite song

Welcome to the first Writing Prompt Monday! Each Monday we will post a simple writing prompt to help writers jump start the writing process. Write until you feel you have nothing else to write about. When you are done, send it to us via e-mail (witspdx@gmail.com) or simply reply in the comments section. While it is not necessary to send us what you write, we will feature a selection of the results we receive on Friday. Be sure to include your name.

Writing Prompt: Listen to whatever song is currently your favorite. Close you eyes and really focus on the words and music. Write a piece of prose or poetry in response to the song. Use the name of the band or the name of the song as your title.

Send what you write to: witspdx@gmail.com

5 thoughts on “Writing Prompt Monday: Your favorite song

  1. “Look at Miss Ohio”

    Mild daylight pushes through
    Gauzy blue curtains
    As I stretch across my couch
    Thinking about where I am now, here;
    Thinking about what is a thousand miles away
    In any direction.

    If I could,
    I would make a tea
    From the ashes of these afternoons.
    I would sweeten it with honey,
    I would disguise it with milk
    And sip slowly.

  2. “Too Good For Words”
    and/or.
    “Angel Taylor”

    Jealousy.
    In its purest form.
    You want him but he wants her.
    Fairly common,
    for highschool.

    We've all been through it.
    Wanting to be wanted
    by one specific someone.
    It just doesnt work out.

    Someday,
    each and everyone of us.
    Will be his, or hers,
    until the end.

  3. What I Got

    Lovein is what I've got
    While I go to the spot
    At 12 on the dot
    Sit there and watch my self rot
    And root to the spot
    I pop the rock
    Then drop to the block
    Stop the rock
    Pop the heart with my love
    Because lovein is what I got.

  4. It's Supposed To Be Love/ Abbey Lincoln

    Your voice
    is a staircase
    a marble rolling under the bed
    a pint of porter
    honeysuckle at the window

  5. It's Supposed To Be Love/ Abbey Lincoln

    Your voice
    is a staircase
    a marble rolling under the bed
    a pint of porter
    honeysuckle at the window

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