I didn't like the prompt.
I don't think it liked me either.
Staring at me,
laughing really,
it mocked my inability
to be inspired.

But I was inspired.
Doubly so!
Just not by it.
I was inspired by the class,
by my fellow students,
by the poems we read, and by the poems
waiting to be written.

In a way,
I was even inspired by the prompt.
But don't let it find out.