Vantage point plays an important part in firing up our muse. The view from the ground varies greatly from the treetops. We see things slightly different. Today we are exercising our imaginations and playing with our perspective. So let’s blast off!
Your tether has broken away from the command module, and you are adrift in deep space. You are Major Tom floating by your “tin can”. But, you are not in danger. Until they can reel you back in, you have nothing but time to poem; equipped with your message board and an extraordinary view of the universe.
Write your poem, remembering your vantage point and your over-active imagination. “Can you hear me, Major Tom?”
Marie Elena’s blast:
Peering down on earth
From my perch upon the moon
I see no borders.
The poem I had written as this prompt’s example came extremely close to what Marie Elena had submitted.
From up in deep space
It is very clear,
I can see my house from here.
I am keeping my eyes peeled for a special phrase in the poems. The first to mention it will get a copy of my chapbook, WOOD. If it shows up as the title of the poem, I will include the CD featuring the reading of the book. Good Luck.