I’ve written a rensaku for dVerse & #TankaTuesday using the prompts from both challenges. For dVerse, Dora asked us to write a poem about what October means to us. For Tanka Tuesday, we used a list of uncommon autumn words here: https://www.thesqueezeblog.com/fall-words/ This is a rensaku, which is a s-l-s-l-l tanka series: susurrus murmursunravel dryad […]| The Evergreen Hedge
At dVerse, De Jackson, is our host. It’s quadrille #233: Bring on the BOO! I tried to be lighthearted, but the muse was not amused. So, I wrote my feelings instead. Boo, words are highlighted…| The Evergreen Hedge
A redo of a previously published poem. This one aims to be imagist. Hope you like it. Thanks, dVerse.| Selma
How far upstream did your boat travel this summer? May it bring you back safe to reap your soul’s bounty this autumn. Bless you all.| Selma
Punam is our host at dVerse today. She asks us to write about happiness or choose one or more of the these book titles in our poem: 1.The pursuit of Happyness by Chris Gardener 2. Happy Accidents: A memoir by Jane Lynch 3. The ministry of utmost happiness by Arundhati Roy 4. Stumbling on happiness […]| The Evergreen Hedge
Lillian is the host at dVerse this Monday, and she asks us to write about posies, specifically to use the word petal. She adds, that a synonym for petals does not fulfill the prompt. It must be the…| The Evergreen Hedge
Merril is the host at dVerse today. She shares Monet’s painting, “The Studio Boat,” 1876, Oil on canvas. She’s given us a choice to respond to the painting, or to write our …| The Evergreen Hedge
Sort of a public announcement.| Selma
Belatedly… an American Cinquain followed by a Mirror Cinquain. Followed by a Senryu. For dVerse because I was inspired. TYVM. Happy weekend, all.| Selma
Scam artist ~preyed on teenage girls.Sarah was smitten.Invited to the party,good and plenty ripewith handsome bachelorsall waiting to score. Twenty years her junior,mints in his pocketto wash away whiskey breath,he sidled up to her.Join me outside?I’m not into alcoholnot into… Continue reading →| lillian the home poet
KIT KAT KLUB HEADLINERS TONIGHT Mr. Goodbar and the Red Hots jazz like you’ve never heard it before! The Sugar Babies, Twizzlers and Sweetarts let your imaginations think about that! Mike & Ike serving the best hootch in town great… Continue reading →| lillian the home poet
We trekked our way through glorious scenery that year. The Teton mountains witnessed our love grow as we explored their many trails. We held hands walking through fields of wildflowers as spring bloomed. That summer we ran along Jenny Lake… Continue reading →| lillian the home poet
Rooftops cold, lifeless.No sharing. No caring. Deadmetaphorically. Values depleted.Hopper’s view of the future,stark warning. Resist. Jarring emptiness.Where were you when it happened?Democra…| lillian the home poet
The title is not beautiful. What’s beautiful is how the poem (birthed through me today) came to fruition. Stay away from danger, everyone—far as you can. I mention a fellow blogger in this post. Pl…| Selma
Time moves incessantly ambles as we stroll rolls as we revel cascades in times of joyturning, flowing, always forward. Time separates, even while moving forward.Distance added to time.Friends diverge to their own paths amble, roll, cascade.But true friendship transcends time.… Continue reading →| lillian the home poet
When I think of agingvisions of nature appear poetically,ready to be written across the page.But my hand tremor sets script askew,not unlike a preschooler’sfirst attempt at printing their name. Nature’s brightly pink ruffled peonyonce perkily perched, quite the showy thing,gleamed… Continue reading →| lillian the home poet
Six minutes a widow.The sun kept shining,the clock kept ticking,but your heart stopped.Absolutely stopped. I remember my screams,ambulance sirens.They rushed you away from me.Ushered me into a private waiting room.I waited for forever it seemed. Then that humming, beeping room.Monitor… Continue reading →| lillian the home poet
Chiseled jaw, high cheekbones.Tired eyes glance sideways,energy depleted. Joyless.Her exquisitely shaped lipsrouged deepest red.Closed, not pursed, yet somehow gentle.Dark tendrils hang beside her …| lillian the home poet
Sanaa is the hostess at dVerse: She says, “For today’s Poetics, I want you all to select ONE of the following three options and write a poem:” 1- Love Potions and Concoctions: Write a …| Colleen Writes & Publishes
Morning coffee…daily habit I can’t break;I crave its strong aroma,hot liquid taste upon my tongue.As the fragrant beans grind down,my mood and eyelids lift,perfectly set until midday,I …| Brazanne Muse
Natural beauty displays patterns,held in open symmetry.Mesmeric art unchanged, re-birthed,from one life to another.Eyes or signs of stepping stones,life trod then wings bore flight.💞Suzanne A sijo,…| Brazanne Muse
Photo by Tirachard Kumtanom on Pexels.com Learning new languageis complicatedI break down the soundsFix them firmly inspare space in my headthat’s so far withinI rarely venturebut once I begi…| Brazanne Muse
Photo by Anna Shvets on Pexels.com So tired,I wait,for rest to comeI meditate to sleepThe door to dreams remains unseenbut I know it lays between,the moment that I falland awaken once againBut memo…| Brazanne Muse
