Paint Chip Poetry Prompt #38

Here we are at week #38. I had grand plans for this year of prompts. Does it feel like maybe the paint chips have lived up to the hype? I know I’ve read some awesome poems that wouldn’t have been without the inspiration of these simple little paint chip cards, so I’m going to say it has.

The Challenge

For this week’s challenge we are writing about a Grand Plan. It could be something you have planned for the future. It could be an account of some villain’s nefarious grand plan. Or you could write about a grand plan that didn’t quite turn out. The sky’s the limit with this one.

Although, I suppose, you are limited by these odd paint chip words and phrases: fresh-squeezed, tongue-tied, green flash, rainstorm, blank canvas, tumbleweed, and under the sea. Because they are a weird conglomeration of words, I’m only going to ask you to use three. But bonus points if your plan is to use them all and you succeed.

My Poem

I thought about writing about my own grand plan for being a full-time author. It would make a good tale. But instead I decided to reach back into time for one of the grandest, most nefarious plans of all time. Next week I have my first Bible Study Fellowship children’s program class teaching Genesis to fourth and fifth graders, so this is what was on my mind.

The Failing of a Grand Plan

On a blank canvas, a void
God created earth spheroid

Then added some amazing details
Under the sea fish and whales

He spoke and was never tongue-tied
Breathed life into Adam and his bride

All was good in the garden
Yet Lucifer's heart did harden

He was jealous of the connection
Between God and His new creation

So the devil devised a Grand Plan
For the permanent downfall of man

He tempted with fruit fresh-squeezed
With God's one command he teased

Eve and Adam fell for his ploy
Their bond with God to destroy

Because of their rebellion then
Rainstorms flood the homes of men

Arid deserts will scarcely grow seeds
And are covered in dry tumbleweeds

Violence and hatred all around
Green flashes of greed abound

It might seem that Satan's Grand Plan
Has succeeded to destroy man

Until you look to the cross
Where the mercy of Jesus is boss

In view of eternity ahead
Satan loses because Jesus bled

Then rose again from the grave
God's perfect Grand Plan to save 

Your Turn

Now it’s your turn to share your take on today’s Grand Plan. You can post your poem in the comments. Or if you have your own blog, post your poem there and share the link with us in the comments. Remember to link back here so your readers can find this prompt and maybe come up with a Grand Plan of their own.

Here’s hoping for some creative planning, unless, of course, you prefer to wing it.