Writing prompts are a fun way to kick-start your creative flow.
Bee Creative
The Bee Diva is addressing the United Nations- what does she say?
OR
Write a poem or song using some or all of the following words:
Honey, Bee, Pollen, Sunshine, Shipping, Pest, Commerce, Native, Offspring, Plants, Nectar, Vanished, Plea, Connected, Circle, Save, Leaf, Offering, Hope
Follow the Light
It is said that souls travel on beams of light, which is why lanterns are an important part of most Festivals of the Dead.
Prompt: You are a disembodied soul. What forms of light would you be riding and where would that light take you?
Autumn’s Reflection
You are the season of Autumn, the archetype if you will. Decribe your experience of stepping into the place Summer has held. How do you see yourself or your life’s purpose?
Through the Mists of May
There are many portals into the Otherworld; caves, lakes, wells and mist are just a few.
It is early on May Day morn. Parched from a night of merry making you arise from your bed of leaves and set forth in the direction of the lake. The morning mist surrounds you. Heavy dew drops drip from your hair. Your cloths cling to your body. Have you lost your way? The landscape is unfamiliar.
Suddenly, a flash of blue. There behind that ancient Oak. You have entered the Land of the Faye. People do not stumble into this land, they are only invited. What do the Faery Folk want of you?
Be a tree
This one is in honor of Arbor Day on Friday, April 24th.
If you were a tree, what kind of tree would you be?
What kind of soil would you prefer? Sandy and well draining? Rich and tightly packed?
What about water level and humidity (tip; water is commonly a symbol of the emotional body)?
Would your trunk and branches be gnarled and twisted from always bending to the wind (or to others)?
Would you be in a grove or solitary? Would you be fruit, flower or nut bearing?
Describe yourself as a tree, or draw a picture if you are a visual artist.
If you like you can name this new species.
World within a reflection.
You’ve found a mirror which is a doorway to another world. How do you experience that world?
Is is sharp or cold?
Do all mirrors connect to this world or can you only experience what it’s surface has reflected?
Imagine a world with no red.
The world government has outlawed the color red. No red paint or dye is available. How would that affect your life?
Now think of the color red as emotion. What would the world be like with no passion or anger?
A Ponderance of Things 
April 19, 2009 at 2:54 am
A world with no red? Would strawberries taste as sweet? Would the government tax you or imprisson you if you bleed? hmmm…you have got me thinking. On the bright side, that stubborn red juice stain in my van wouldn’t be there, or at least it might be a color that would blend with the grey carpeting.
I like this. I may just come here when I feel blocked 🙂
January 4, 2015 at 7:32 am
Got it! Thanks a lot again for heiplng me out!
October 31, 2011 at 6:37 am
Benjamin bee flew lazily
From bud to blossom amorously
His heart was smitten by true love
For he had fallen for another bug
While busily flying beside Timberline Lake
He happened upon katydid Kate
Though he stopped only to chat for a bit
He hadn’t a clue loves flames would be lit
When his friends heard about it the all told him nay
What could possibly come of love spent that way
But he paid them no mind his mind had been set
“Kate is the one” said he, “of that you can bet”
Now Kate was much larger and faster than he
After all she’s a Katydid and he is a bee
But the nectar of love he found in her kiss
Was like honey to him and provided him bliss
But Kate’s father found out she fell in love with a bee
And determined that was a marriage he’d never see
She cried to her father “please accept my hearts plea”
But cry as she would no hope could she see
So they flew from the native land they both loved
To a place far away a place with sunshine above
And as He went flower to flower and she leaf to leaf
They live happy together but they sure had strange children
October 31, 2011 at 9:52 am
ooops….this was supposed to be a responce to “Bee Creative” I also have one for the arbor day on a more seriouis note.
Ode to a tree
Its branches stretching in the air
To catch strewn rays from heavens lair
Anchored by its massive trunk
Roots spread out, in the soil sunk.
Years passed from when it was a seed
Surviving rain, the drought, and choking weed
It’s seen young boy’s turn to men
Their ode to love carved into its skin
Swings held with chains from high above
Used for joy and play and talk of love
Now but memories fallen by
Bringing a pause a smile and reflective sigh
Stories told beneath its shade
Of love and strife and debts unpaid
Linger still with in its heart
Nary a word will it impart
Of fierce storms that passed this way
The lightning, thunder and windy days
It will not boast but remains stark
This Mighty Oak withholds its bark
The arborist from up above
Placed it with care and nurtured love
That joy and rest might be received
For those whom paused beneath its eaves
Its kin and kind remiss this day
For progress and need were cast away
Turned to timber, mulch, and fire made
Of their memories lost, and thoughts decayed
As home for squirrel and nesting pair
It stretches high into the air
Providing for them a house and home
God sent that it not be alone
Seasons come and seasons pass
On them its mighty shadow cast
But what of when there comes a day
When it to will have gone away
What memories will linger of its life?
The odes to love carved with a knife
Promises made below its bough
Will they matter not? What of the vows?
They will remain in blood-toned stain
Carved deep that endless time sustain
For it’s memory stands within the soul
And brings forth this chalcedony ode
SA Lawrence