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Hi toads, today i want you to stretch your imagination; ponder a natural disaster, past or recent, and tell me, what role you think, the gods might be playing, resulting in that particular natural disaster.
For a little oomph, along the creative process, read the following poem - 'Tremor' by Melissa Allen (appearing on page 46 of 'We Are All Japan Anthology', edited by Robert D. Wilson and Sasa Vazic 2012)
TREMOR
All it is
is the sliding of plates.
I always image freshly washed ones,
sliding warm and damp,
squeaking slightly
in protest
as you return them
to the cupboard
I forget how plates slip
from between your fingers.
What god concieved of this way
of building a planet?
This haphazard layer
of broken pottery
we have to step over.
The bare feet we're born with.
The liveliness of children
as they dance
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Your poem can take any form you wish in your delivery, my only constrain is that you use ONE HUNDRED OR LESS WORDS.
Have fun dear Toads, looking forward to reading some very very interesting writes