The prompt at NaPoWriMo didn't really inspire me, so I decided to use one from Poetic Asides. It went like this:
For today’s prompt, pick an object (any object), make it the title of your poem, and then, write your poem. Possible titles could include: “Toothbrush,” “Rake,” “Pilot G2 Premium Gel Roller Pen,” or any number of other objective titles. Have fun with it.
Metal-Wicker Deck Chair
This spring I've been spending most of my leisure time in a deck chair, beneath a turquoise umbrella that spins its metal pole each time the wind bends. But I've been traveling quite a bit whilst simply siting there. The wicker-edged table is usually heaped with books, journals, and the ever-trusty Bic pen. There's plenty of Espresso and a panoramic view of the two-way lane of intersecting roadways that lead into the historical downtown district. This sitting spot is a utopia of sorts when the shade drops and the day breaks. I stuff moments stolen from pedestrians and overheard parking-lot conversations into the pocket of my notebook, a pantomime of self-expression. A sort of expansion of my own life, if and where I choose to weave these random snippets into characters and stories proclamations of daily life.