What I enjoy most about writing prompts is watching the many different directions several writers might take with a single word or phrase. Inspiration is an awe inspiring thing, yes, but inspiration is not free of being influenced by our own emotional focus at the time of encountering a prompt.
DEPARTURES brought to my mind that ultimate departure — that final disembarking of life’s fast hard ride. These thoughts led to what writers of long ago created for such a topic.
Because I Could Not Stop For Death, by Emily Dickenson
Because I could not stop for Death-
He kindly stopped for me-
The Carriage held but just Ourselves-
We slowly drove- He knew no haste
And I had put away
My labor and my leisure too,
For His Civility-
We passed the School, where Children strove
At Recess- in the Ring-
We passed the Fields of Gazing Grain-
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