The nonsense I’m telling myself in April
My NaPoWriMo Diary: Prompt Eighteen
Location, location, location
Who is still alive beneath the piles of poetry? Can you see for metaphors, are you only eating words? Did a storm of ideas wash through you in the night and leave you tattered and shattered on a beach somewhere? Perhaps you’ve risen above it all, are looking down with a wry smile and knowing nods, or you have barricaded yourself into your mind palace and are watching from the safety of a turret window.
One of the joys of the world, the magicks, is that we can all look at the same thing and see it differently. Then we can reach out with words and share our perspective, show others the way the light falls from the angle of our point of view, allow them to notice the thing we focussed on whilst they saw something different. If only we wish to look and listen our curiosity might be fed objects of new beauty, enchantment, and fascination.
What does your brain see, what does your muse show you, to which bits do you pay the most attention? Point of view, perspective, and focus… allow us to learn from, connect with, and understand each other.
Your Prompt
Should you choose to accept it…
