Writing From The Inside Out 2026 Week 42 Prompts
based on Emily Dickinson’s, I Dwel In Possibility
How It Works
Read the poem
Do your own reflection on it, noting what it inspires in you
Feel free to use your own reflection as your prompt or…
Use the selection of prompts below
Pick one that inspires you and write (feel free to use only one or write several poems using different prompts) or…
Don’t use any of the provided prompts and follow your inspiration from wherever it comes
I Dwell In Possibility
I dwell in Possibliity—
A fairer House than Prose—
More Numerous of Windows—
Superior—for doors—
Of Chambers as the Cedars—
Impregnable of Eye—
And for an Everlasting Roof
The Gambrels of the Sky—
of Visitors—the fairest—
For Occupation—This—
The spreading wide my narrow Hands
To gather Paradise—
—Emily Dickinson
https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poems/52197/i-dwell-in-possibility-466
The Read Around
If you wish to attend the read around (t’s free, fun, a great way to share, and reading a poem is optional). Note: If you registered already, you do not need to register again, simply use the link sent to you in your confirmation email. Register Here:
The next Read-Around is 10/8/26 at
5:00 PM PDT — 8:00 PM EDT
My Thoughts
We can easily name our address. We can describe the house we return to each day and the place we lay our heads each night. We may call it home. It may be a house of belonging, a home filled with familial affection, with fond memories, with occasional fights, and with a share of foolishness. But your home is not the place “you” dwell. Leave it to Emily’s Dickson to make this idea clear in her poem that begins, I dwell in Possibility.
Prompt Ideas
Journal or write a poem about walking with blossoms, or some other natural debris, underfoot
Pick one of your own favorite poems and challenge yourself to write a second poem about the same kind of experience.
Journal or write about the idea of having a quota of poems about a topic or experience. Is there a limit. How would you know you have reached that limit?
In what way does creative writing talk to itself between silences and feel its way along? Use that idea as your prompt and feel your way through it.
Hodges describes the world adds a Spendthrift and her relationship to it has "listening hard, talking you up, extolling your" virtues. Take whatever out of those lines inspires you: in what way has the world a spinthrift? How do you listen hard? What do you talk up? What about the world are you willing to praise enthusiastically?
As usual, write about whatever else inspires you form the poem or from life.