Writing Prompt 28

Welcome to the twenty-eighth day of our 30/30!

It’s our third-to-last prompt of the 2016 National Poetry Month. Admit it, you’ll miss this, won’t you. Maybe just a little?

Your prompt today is:


My third wish would be


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  1. Do you really want the third wish, the redux
    of wishes one and two? Why the need for
    a third unless the first have not done their
    job shifting time and place, matter and
    being into some nebulous hope that
    shapes what will be certain reality?

    You wish for whatever is better, will relieve
    the present, bulwark against the fate that
    we call future and yet who’s to know the
    truth of future, the wisdom and beauty
    that may be revealed if you let if unravel
    like some variegated skeins, first one and

    then another, color upon color, each when
    woven becoming whorl upon whorl of
    possibilities impossible to predict. Take the
    parrot tulips outside the window and try to sort
    their petals, strain the colors back into the
    bulb and determine which will rise in the stem.

    It is like the wishing, then, so make that third
    wish an avowal to let it be: the bluebird flicking
    her head in and out, the snake’s Sssss across the
    algaed pond all givens,like the shattering of spirea
    in the storm, the fractured pots. Let yourself become
    the wish: wrap yourself in what is and move beyond.


  2. Prioritizing wishes is hard work!
    Our deepest desires are not even
    conscious enough for us to voice, so
    we fall into the realm of the surface, the obvious
    wishes for good health, financial stability, wisdom.

    I have lived in the stream of unknowing, a trust
    in divine Providence to meet my needs.
    Like all humans who wish, who pray I have
    asked for “extras”, dessert following a good meal.

    Forty years ago, living on the outskirts of a burgeoning city,
    suburbs so new it was seven miles to the grocery,
    I requested a closer store, a public library, a faith community,
    and a Baskin-Robbins – not sure what order.

    All wishes were granted,
    even things I didn’t know I wanted were given – an arboretum,
    walking trails, high ground that didn’t flood, stray cats, and wild birds.
    So I really have no clue as to a third wish as I have been saturated
    with dozens and dozens of unknown wishes granted.


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