temporary life fleeting moments flesh and blood spirit lives onward
I came up with a writing or poetry prompt yesterday, which inspired this poem today. The prompt is “temporary.” You may use it however you like. If you create anything with this prompt, I’d love to see it!
i was a wizard who had a spell-working wand in last night’s grim dream
i stepped on a toad and waved my magic baton – it came back to life
This is based on one of the dreams I had on July 23. In the dream, I was a wizard with a magic wand. I carried the wand on my back. I accidentally stepped on a toad and killed it. When I felt it, I lifted up my shoe to see the dead toad stuck to the bottom of it. I felt terrible and very saddened and sickened by what had happened. I pulled out my magic wand and moved it in circles above the toad while repeating, “Come back to life!” over and over again. The toad returned to life once more. I felt glad.