Today's Inspiration & Writing Prompt


I know there is still time--

time for the hands

to open, for the bones of them

to be filled

by those failed harvests of want,

the bread imagined of the days of not having.

Now that the fear

has been rummaged down to its husk,

and the wind blowing

the flesh away translates itself

into flesh and the flesh

streams in its reveries on the wind.

I remember those summer nights

when I was young and empty,

when I lay through the darkness

wanting, wanting,


I would have nothing of anything I


that total craving

that hollows the heart out irreversibly.

So it surprises me now to hear

the steps of my life following me--

so much of it gone

it returns, everything that drove me crazy

comes back, blessing the misery

of each step it took me into the world;

as though prayer had ended

and the changed air between the palms goes free

to become the glitter

on common things that inexplicably shine.

And all the old voices,

which once made broken-off, choked, parrot-


speak again,

this time on the palatum cordis, all of them

saying there is time, still time,

for those who can groan

to sing,

for those who can sing to heal themselves.

Galway Kinnell


Take out a pen and paper. Using Kinnell's poem as inspiration, begin taking full, deep breaths, letting the air stretch out your diaphragm. Then write down the words "When I was young and empty...." Write whatever bursts forth from your breath. John Lee, "Writing From The Body"

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