our hosts for the construct cup

what I imagine hosting must be like

I dream of them,
with phones to ears
whispering and grinning
evil grins
over the hoops they will try tomorrow.

I know they agonize over this.
all for us.
Ren has always known
the exhaustion and
self-doubt that comes
from coming up with a new prompt—
is it too much (or too little)
is it too close to a previous prompt?
over and over,
day after day,
and then to compare what was done—
to judge our work when she
(like any poet)
would rather read and marvel.

Fyn knows this from both ends—
both the ordeal of hosting,
the frenzy of meeting a prompt—
contorting her brain to make
the words come out just right.
the terror of posting a poem
certain it has been checked
and triple checked—
the sorrow of knowing
she missed one vital detail.

but that is why they consult,
day after day—
dreaming up impossible things
just to watch us discover
we’re more than we thought we were—
we’re what they saw in us,
before we started.

and sometimes,
they chortle sadistically
at the whining they will hear
as we succeed
when we weren’t sure we could.

Prompt ▶︎

Prompt for: Sept 29, 2015 (Ren)
Subject or Theme: Write about your hosts!! (me and fyn) It can be serious or funny ~ just make sure if it's funny, we know it's funny!
Word(s) to Include: (none) (or any derivatives of these words)
Forbidden Word(s): (none) (or any derivatives of these words)
Additional Parameters: Don't short change us, we really want to know!
Remember, do not use forbidden words ANYWHERE, including title or the brief description.