writing prompts

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What are your favorite animals?

My favorite animals are the ones that have soft fur, wet noses, whiskers, and soft ears.

But I also like the ones that have feathers and fly and sing.

Oh but then there are the colorful ones that swim. And then there are some of the ones that swim that are really big and curious and smart.

I like the ones with big long necks and the ones with long funny noses that like peanuts but are afraid of mice. Is that really true?

I even like the ones that slither, although I keep my distance. And the ones that crawl, scurry, scamper, or hop. The ones that bray, or neigh, or moo.

I wonder if they like me too?

The oldest thing I own

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What’s the oldest thing you own that you still use daily?

Hmmm… I own a lot of old things. I collect old books, I have some pretty old coins, old photographs, old records. But I don’t use those things regularly. So I would have to say the oldest thing I own that I still use daily would be my body.

My body will be 48 this year and it’s a little worse for wear, with the arthritis, poor eyesight (got my first pair of bifocals last year), and skin beginning to sag.

What a drag it is getting old.

But I do love my body and I’m grateful for it. My body is a vehicle for moving my soul around in 3-D, and while it may not be aesthetically pleasing to some, it is strong and reliable.

If my body were a real vehicle it would look like this one

Classic.

Burying Yesterdays

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In response to February Writing Prompts at Putting My Feet in the Dirt. (I love these prompts! Thank you so much for the inspiration!)

Burying Yesterdays

I buried my yesterdays,

buried them deep

in the rich earth.

I nourished them with tears,

warmed them with joy,

and watched them grow

into a beautiful today,

fortified by wisdom,

wanting nothing more

than to stand in the

light of now

and be happy.

© Amy Porterfield 2021

Photo by Felix Mittermeier on Pexels.com

If I Were the Wind

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In response to February Writing Prompts at Putting My Feet in the Dirt.

Photo by Nita on Pexels.com

If I were the wind,

I would tousle your hair,

caress your face,

and whisper in your ear.

I would lift ladies’ skirts

and snatch men’s hats

to make you laugh.

I would clear your cloudy skies,

keep your kite aloft,

but steal your balloon.

Love and loss are so intimately related.

I would lay flower petals,

seeds, and feathers at your feet.

I would lift your prayers to heaven.

And I would carry your scent,

and the echoes of your voice with me

forever and ever.

© Amy Porterfield 2021

d’verse prompt- after St. Valentine left the building