Scour the news for an entirely uninteresting story. Consider how it connects to your life. Write about that.
The paper said the library changed its floor,
Soft beige now lines where silence pours.
No launch, no fanfare, no breaking tweet,
Just threads beneath a thousand feet.
And isn’t life a little like that too?
New ground, old dreams, a quieter view.
Not every day must thunder or shine,
Sometimes change just walks in… soft-spined.
List 30 things that make you happy.
Morning light on a quiet face,
A handwritten letter, sealed with grace.
Laughter that spills without a cue,
A song that feels like it remembers you.
Pages that smell like old-time rain,
Music that sings, even on the quietest lane.
The weight of a blanket on a cold day,
A stranger’s smile lighting the way.
Fingers laced after a long, lost fight,
Peacock’s dance, as the clouds sieve the light.
A tree you always pass but never name,
Returning somewhere and it feels the same.
Cookies still warm from the oven’s heat,
Words that rhyme when your heart skips a beat.
A child’s voice calling out to play,
The scent of chai at the close of day.
Rain when you’ve nowhere to be,
A deep breath taken consciously.
The click of a pen starting something new,
Someone whispering, “I believe in you.”
Wind that plays softly with your hair,
Finding poetry just floating in air.
Realising you’ve healed from something vast,
A photograph that brings back the past.
Fireflies blinking in a hush-lit night,
The ease of not needing to be right.
Dancing barefoot across your room,
A hug that knows exactly when to resume.
A quiet smile from an elder’s lips,
A blessing offered with trembling fingertips.
The joy lies in almost everything,
It waits for us to start noticing.
Describe one habit that brings you joy.
I don’t chase habits, don’t count or bind,
Joy lives outside the patterned mind.
No need to measure, strive, or show,
It rises quiet, and starts to flow.
What are you curious about?
I marvel at an ant’s small stride,
Then dream beneath the starry tide.
A leaf that twirls, a mountain wide,
All stir the seeker deep inside.
I chase no end, no final goal,
Just threads of wonder feed my soul.
Write about a random act of kindness you’ve done for someone.
She gripped the rail with trembling grace,
Each step a mountain, slow to trace.
I held her hand, we climbed as one,
No medals won, but hearts were spun.
How would you describe yourself to someone who can’t see you?
Like morning tea with a spicy twist,
A breeze that teases, hard to resist!
Half poetry, half curious spark,
You’ll guess I’m smiling in the dark.
What traditions have you not kept that your parents had?
I light the lamp, I wear the thread,
But skip the scripts the elders said.
Not every ritual makes me whole,
I follow few, but with my soul.
Was today typical?
Not quite the same, not wildly new,
A touch of calm, a shade askew.
A sprinkle of magic in mundane clay,
No, I wouldn’t call it a typical day.
How would you describe yourself to someone?
A whisper of calm, with a thunderous core,
A seeker of less, but dreaming of more.
Part wildflower, part well-read storm,
I bend with the wind but refuse to conform.
If you could bring back one dinosaur, which one would it be?
I’d call back the Triceratops, calm and grand,
A symbol of peace in a war-worn land.
Its silence would echo through time’s great lapse,
A whisper of balance in nature’s collapse.
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