Either you are able to write or you are not. To presume quarantine allows writing time is classist, among other things.
But poets know the writing will show up because poets show up. Aren’t we the first artists to be called in times of tragedy?
So here are some writing prompts to help ease you in when everything is circling your mind at once. To center you. Or allow you to express what you need.
If they help you let me know or send me a poem. I’ll post a portion of your piece/a quote here.
:: Hand washing is the most important thing to maintain. What do you think about as you are washing your hands? What secret or feeling do you have that only your hands can hear? Whisper it to your hands. Let the bubbles envelop it. Rinse it off. Let it go down the sink.
:: Write an ode to hands. The things they touch. The things out of reach.
:: Now is not the time to lie to yourself. What is the schedule you actually maintain versus the one you hope(d) to maintain? What does this say about humans? What does this say about how far ahead you see this schedule having to be maintained?
:: Write about one beautiful thing you’ve discovered while in quarantine. It can be a moment, a person, an idea.
:: Walk through your home as a walking meditation. With your new vision what understanding do you have about the space you occupy? How are the outside and inside related or not related?
:: Consider that we are all linked. If these are tangible threads and you could send a message, like a vibration on this thread, what are the words you would send? Are they words at all?
Abrazos de lejos ,