Category: Daily Prompt

2026 August Prompts

0

2026 August Prompts

0

2026 July Prompts

0

A pad challenge response from Linda M Crate

she believes in me
mother is the name
of God, the title of 
wisdom;
she is a guiding ship
and the port that leads home—

she is the lighthouse,
the womb, the friend, the
parent, and the authority;

she is a song of magic
too oft forgotten—

but she is patient, 
she is kind, she is full 
of effortless beauty
and charm;

she takes my hands any
time i have fallen 
and whispers to get up again—

she believes in me
and all of my strange dreams.
-linda m. crate


0

A pad challenge response from Linda M Crate

whisper of your past
playing a game of solitaire
with a deck of twenty eight cards
is as wrong as me being here
without you,

i think of all the adventures we
should be having,
all the things we should be
or could be doing together;

always wanted you to be my sun
because i always knew i 
could be your moon—

but i guess
life had different plans
for us
than everything i wanted,

i thought i could be
your wife;
a beloved melody of a song
you could never 
resist—

turns out i am just a whisper
of your past that you keep
around to remember good times.
-linda m. crate


0

A pad challenge response from Linda M Crate

give me the large dose 
small doses of kindness
are beautiful,
yet sometimes are not 
enough;

surviving off of crumbs 
a soul can still starve—

i prefer large doses
of kindness that last and
linger on more than 
a single day,

i want do be drowned in
flowers, trinkets, affection,
compliments, and love;

i want to know i matter
to someone else
other than me—

i want to linger on the mind
as a dream or a haunting
crow, whose inky black feathers
and eerie song bring no peace
in accordance to how
a soul treated me.
-linda m. crate


0

A pad challenge response from Linda M Crate

they're wrong 
i am overdue on some
forgotten hugs,
i have back rent in hugs that
are overdue;

i don't mind who gives me
a hug whether it's a tree, a 
crow, a unicorn, a dragon, 
or my fictional father lestat;

but i am overdue on hugs,
affection, and care—

i guess that happens when
you're a misfit crow,
everyone assumes you're 
strong and silent;

that you don't crave connection
or love or depths—

but they're wrong, i always have.
-linda m. crate


0

A pad challenge response from Linda M Crate

my heart still beats with music
flying with a broken wing
has never stopped me,
the wing will heal;
and my heart still beats
with music—

so let's give the psalm some
rhythm and a lot of
soul,

let the chorus be a melody
the world has never heard before;

i am a weird girl dancing
to the beat of my own
drum—

i am not a song you've ever
heard before or will ever hear
again so make sure you listen when I'm singing to you,

because if you make me feel
small and insignificant;

then I'll keep my crow song to
myself and join the rest of
the misfit crows with my inky
black wings.
-linda m. crate


0

A pad challenge response from Linda M Crate

i define myself
watching from a distance,
you can lose your whole life
waiting to become;

and so i decided to believe
in myself and my dreams—

for it didn't matter if others
could see what i saw,
only that i could get there;

because there's nothing
this simulation can do to hold
me back from becoming
who i truly am—

i am magic, i am a melody,
a poem, a song, i am the crow,
the fox, the creek, the tree;
i am immortal and i will never
be forgotten no matter how
many discard me—

i define myself although many
others have tried, they don't
know my heart or the mythology
of these bones.
-linda m. crate


1

A pad challenge response from Linda M Crate

where my magic is understood
dragons in flight, freed from
the tethers of anyone's need
are so beautiful to watch;

but there's a part of me that
also wants to escape
on the back of one into another
realm where i am warmly
accepted and loved
where my magic is understood—

some forgotten princess
which is suddenly remembered,

pulled away from a reality where
she doesn't feel known
or appreciated;

ever since i was a little girl i thought
perhaps if i were good enough
my father would come find me
and take me home—

sometimes he was a prince
or a king,
but usually he was a vampire.
-linda m. crate


0

Powered by WordPress.com.

Up ↑