Writing Prompts with Bees

Bee on Sunflower, a photo by Nimal S on Flickr.

This time of the year, the bees are buzzing like mad on my sunflowers. For today's creative writing prompts, we will let the word "bees" be our starting point.

Write, for one minute, all the words or phrases that come to your head as you think of the word "bees".

After you free-write for one minute, make a few catchy titles (or maybe a few not so catchy titles) using at least 3 of the words from your list. The word "bee" should not be in your title, but you can add other words as needed. Just make sure you take 3 words from your list, too.
Next, pick the title you like best. 

Now take the title and write the beginning of a short story, a poem, or an essay. Enjoy!

If you would like to post just the titles you came up with, I would love to read them. And of course, you can post your writing, too.

Here are the titles I cam up with from my list:

Garden Wings Humming

Alone in the Sunflower Garden

Tell me, Honey. . .


Happy writing!

Anjie

Father's Day Writing Prompts

Father & Daughter Fishing Wacissa River, a photo by MyFWCmedia on Flickr.

It's Father's Day. Read this poem by Donna Pflueger on Your Daily Poem.


After you read the poem, write a story or poem about your dad or a man who gave you wonderful memories.

Happy Father's Day!

Old Houses by Robert Cording : American Life in Poetry

Old house, Dendron, VA

For today's creative writing prompts, first enjoy the photo and read this week's American Life in Poetry column below.  After you gaze, enjoy and read, you can choose to either start a story from the setting of this old house, write a poem about any old house, or write an essay about any house from your life.

ENJOY!



American Life in Poetry: Column 333
BY TED KOOSER, U.S. POET LAUREATE, 2004-2006

Here is a lovely poem by Robert Cording, a poet who lives in Connecticut, which shows us a fresh new way of looking at something commonplace. That’s the kind of valuable service a poet can provide.

Old Houses by Robert Cording

Year after year after year
I have come to love slowly

how old houses hold themselves—

before November’s drizzled rain
or the refreshing light of June—

as if they have all come to agree
that, in time, the days are no longer
a matter of suffering or rejoicing.

I have come to love
how they take on the color of rain or sun
as they go on keeping their vigil

without need of a sign, awaiting nothing

more than the birds that sing from the eaves,
the seizing cold that sounds the rafters.




American Life in Poetry is made possible by The Poetry Foundation, publisher of Poetry magazine. It is also supported by the Department of English at the University of Nebraska-Lincoln. Poem copyright ©2010 by Robert Cording from his most recent book of poetry, Walking with Ruskin, CavanKerry Press, Ltd., 2010. Reprinted by permission of Robert Cording. Introduction copyright ©2011 by The Poetry Foundation. The introduction's author, Ted Kooser, served as United States Poet Laureate Consultant in Poetry to the Library of Congress from 2004-2006. We do not accept unsolicited manuscripts.
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Old Houses by Robert Cording : American Life in Poetry