Once upon a time, the American economy depended on agriculture. Because farmers had to get up at Egads O'clock, a system was devised so that every six months the standard time was either set back or pushed forward an hour to allow the farmers more light to work by. Or something. Who knows? Since our government and economy have worked so hard to make everything else more difficult for farmers, the continued existence of "Daylight Savings Time" is baffling, and should probably be abolished.

Imagine a different concept being arbitrarily changed every six months. Maybe during the spring you have to move one house to the left, and in the autumn, you have to move across the street. Or maybe every six months the street names changed, or the color system for traffic lights changed. How would this affect your world, and would you find a way to combat it?

Sure it's frustrating when you're about to park your car in a space, only to have some joyriding septuagenarian in sunglasses and granny pants cut you off and flip you the bird before you have to start another vulture circle, but that space wasn't, technically, yours. But some nights you're out at a bar or coffeehouse, possibly with friends, and you get up to go the bathroom, and when you come back, some jerk has stolen your seat. Suddenly, you're in third grade again, and someone has planted their unwashed butt on the sticky, green, vinyl seat you were sitting in before you got up to talk to the bus driver. 

Write  poem to this person, describing how you do or don't want your seat back. 

​Bonus points if it's in a form other than free verse.

As we enter the month of October, there's an increasing temptation to offer "spooky prompts" so that you have new pieces to terrorize people with for Halloween.

This year, why not sit in the middle of your comfort zone and shake your obstinate head? Write a horror poem about something that you, personally, don't find the least bit frightening.