Every Sunday, I’ll publish a poem walk - or other activity that brings flash nonfiction to the front.
In a poem walk, the writer goes on a stroll and “writes” and memorizes a poem, then puts it to the page when they arrive home. The prompt for this week is simply: what I feel. While strolling, notice what you feel in your body. Ask yourself: where does it come from? The warmth of the sun, the wind, the rain? And perhaps: remember a time that you felt this way, from your past. What is the link between then and now?
When you get home, you can use your “poem” as a stand alone piece or use it to begin writing a page. For this one, I suggest capping at 500 words.
Your “poem” can be anything between one line and a whole paragraph - whatever you can memorize.
I’ll always post my version of the prompt. Mine is below:
At least the air cools at night here, not like the swamp wind from back home. I can’t remember air this soft. I can’t remember the sun feeling sweet, like its cracking through the chill, all lit and warm. The warm that leads to hot, oppressive and smashing, pressing in and down - this early warm is familiar. It is my whole life. It is home.
And remember - poem walks are free once a month, but paid subscribers can access them weekly.