Prompt: This week, cold has been sweeping across parts of North America. While the effects of the cold can be seen (whether it’s snow, frost, or puffs of breath), the cold itself is something that cannot be seen–only felt. Cue today’s prompt.
For today’s prompt, write a poem for and/or about something that cannot be seen. I mentioned cold, but there are so many more possibilities, including love, gravity, the future, thoughts, and sound waves. Our lives are filled with things we know exist but which we can’t see.
The ties that bind a family
Or are they really chains?
Invisible but solid still
We’re all born wearing reins
Rebellious marionettes are we
Cursing luck and striking cords
We revolt from our connections
Erasing faith with bitter words
We imagine that we’ve broken free
But our souls still bear the mark
We dance alone with our eternities
And dream of family in the dark
~ Liesl Dineen 2014