Prompt # 6

So it's been a long good day though I did very little writing. I'm working hard on trying to re-imagine my space into one that is peaceful and organized and ready to write in. It's a tiny space but I'm determined. Do you have a dedicated place to write in that you like? I'd love to hear where you write and what it looks like if you want to share. If you don't have a space you like to write in what could you do to make it feel like your writing home? 

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 White Flowers

By Mary Oliver

Last night
in the fields
I lay down in the darkness
to think about death,
but instead I fell asleep,
as if in a vast and sloping room
filled with those white flowers
that open all summer,
sticky and untidy,
in the warm fields.
When I woke
the morning light was just slipping
in front of the stars,
and I was covered
with blossoms.
I don’t know
how it happened—
I don’t know
if my body went diving down
under the sugary vines
in some sleep-sharpened affinity
with the depths, or whether
that green energy
rose like a wave
and curled over me, claiming me
in its husky arms.
I pushed them away, but I didn’t rise.
Never in my life had I felt so plush,
or so slippery,
or so resplendently empty.
Never in my life
had I felt myself so near
that porous line
where my own body was done with
and the roots and the stems and the flowers
began.

So many good lines in this poem- what pops out at you- 

Never in my life... If my body went diving down...I don't know how it happened....

Pick one of these or any image or line or phrase that pulls you to it. And as always you can negate it- 

Always in her life... if her body flew up and up... He knows how it happened 

Or make one of your own- write about how your wall looks in the morning light, about the chip in your coffee cup about the way your hands look as you write. You can write truth or fiction or both at once. 

There are no rules really- just write. That's the one. Just write. 

I hope the coming day is full of writing and kind to you.