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PROMPTuesday #159: The River Flows

June 21st, 2011


by Lydia Ondrusek


When the rain doesn’t fall,

it’s only all right for a little while.

The planted stuff bargains with the ground.


Drawings made with brown crayons

on crumpled grocery sacks.

A constant phantom smell of burning.


When the rain doesn’t fall, and doesn’t fall,

you begin to wonder

if the wet green world you remember was a dream.


And then the rain falls.


Because the world

is forever made of water,

and doesn’t forget what it is.


(Lydia’s blog is here.)


Sometime last month, I once again tweet-lamented my writer’s block, and Lydia sent me this poem she’d written for a stuck friend. Her words struck a soul chord with me and I’m posting it here for all you writers and creatives so it strikes you too.


Meanwhile, how do YOU deal with writer’s block? Poems are welcome.


First time to PROMPTuesday? Read a bit about it here. Want to see what’s been written in the past? Catch up on the PROMPTuesdays archive here.


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On June 21st, 2011, Shary said:

Thanks so much for sharing this poem. I’ve never tried writing poetry, but love to read it (and hear it read). I need to keep this one close at hand for dry spells in my writing.

On June 21st, 2011, Susan Sipal said:

Beautiful and appreciated!

On June 21st, 2011, dani h said:

i love Lydia’s poetry. she is very wise and very generous when it comes to helping out other writers ~ when i first started writing poetry, it was Lydia who i would turn to. this is a wonderful poem!

On June 21st, 2011, ≈·€· the river flows ·€·≈ | haiku love songs said:

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On June 21st, 2011, dani h said:

here’s my poem in response to your prompt ~


On June 21st, 2011, Jenn Sullivan said:

I write whatever randomness pops into my head. (You’ve seen that on occasion, okay a lot recently)… When I read her poem the first thing I thought was: I wonder if rain smells like wet asphalt and oil in other places or if that is just a Vegas thing… That is the extent of my depth today.

On June 22nd, 2011, melissa said:

i either do random posts or i pick a prompt and write a short story from it. my writers block isn’t a fiction one, it’s a blog one…always. which is why i barely blog anymore yet am working on my novel…finally.

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