As we get down to the wire (five more days!), you may be noticing your resistance increasing. To counteract that, let's do a fun, fruitful exercise for today's prompt.
Your mission, should you choose to accept it:
Savor a delectable piece of fruit. Really, fully be present and mindful as you're looking, smelling and then eating it. Then write a poem describing the way that fruit tasted (with lots of scrumptious details).
Strawberries are perfect for this exercise, mango, too. Chocolate can be substituted for fruit, or anything other kind of food, really, that you are drawn to. The point is in the details, in the deep mindfulness of paying attention.
Meditation on a Grapefruit by Craig Arnold. Or more philosophically (the details are all about what the memories the discussion of blackberries brings up), this haunting poem ,
The Word Plum by Helen Chasin, about the taste of the word, but described edibly.
That last poem was featured in the chapter(ette) "Milk Tongue" in Fruitflesh: Seeds of Inspiration for Women Who Write, which was written by my friend, the poet and novelist Gayle Brandeis. This is an awesome book on the connection between fruit and writing, filled with prompts and inspiration. (Including my inspiration for this very prompt!)
Here is an excerpt) from Gayle's mango meditation:
Hold a mango in your hand. Notice how solid it feels, rooted firmly in its own skin. The flash inside is incredibly sexy--moist and slick, saturated with shades of sunset and intense, ambrosial flavor. The mango is wild but centered, its seed supportive as a spine... Let your writing be like this feast--bold, sensual, unapologetic. Enter into it fully, with your whole body, without hesitation.
If you'd like, you could write today's fruit poem as a didactic prose poem! Or as our "normal" (lyrical) free verse poem, like the other examples.
Write the poem that comes out of YOU, as always.
Your voice matters. Your point of view is unique. No one else stands where you stand, at the moment you're standing their. No one else sees what you see, hears what you hear. No one else can say or write the things you say and write, exactly as you do.
We are fruit, all of us humans. We carry seeds of art inside of us. At its heart, this class is about inspiring you to let your seeds ripen and burst, creativity spilling out of you, one poem a day. That's my deepest hope, that these poems you write will continue to inspire you the rest of the year.