"I bequeath myself to the dirt to grow from the grass I love
If you want me again look for me under your boot-soles.
You will hardly know who I am or what I mean
But I shall be good health to you nonetheless
And filter and fibre your blood."
~ Walt Whitman
Today we challenge you to write a poem as if it were you last will and testament. Please know this does not need to be a morose or sad poem. Have fun with it! Leave someone all the meat in your freezer, your pocket lint, your miss matched socks or better yet leave them all your unpaid credit card bills. This poem can be fun or you can make it as serious as you want. Leave a legacy or some of your wisdom. Leave something to your dog that would make people gasp. Whatever you do don’t leave a blank page.
“Let parents bequeath to their children not riches, but the spirit of reverence.”
We look forward to what unique writings we hope this inspires. There is no doubt we will be seeing some doozies this week!
If you have a prompt idea (even a Music or Film inspired one) that you would like to suggest or share with us please send it to email@example.com . We keep a folder set aside with all your suggestions and just might use it one day.
There 3 simple rules:
1. Don’t link to more than 3 poems per week.
2. Please visit some of the other poems linked here when you link to yours.
3. Leave a comment after you have posted your link.