Day 23 — OctWriPoMo — Fall
image linkimage link Nonet, poetry form with 9 lines and syllables equal to the line number. Fall serves as season and as actor Cloud blankets squeezed of daily drops Apples dripped off their branches...
View ArticlePoetry — Dancing with Danger
image link The prompt word for #FOWC today is danger. Today's offering is a nonet and a reverse nonet. Fear exists only because of danger. Real? Imagined? Despots know that creating an illusion of a...
View ArticleSecret keeper’s challenge #173 solar plexus of fear
Fear invades rooted desire's plexus Trembling depths, soul's tender nexus Agony's blow alters snow Blue white ice, red blaze fire To die – or to kill Strong, just a word Love, just me Show me Now solar...
View ArticleMirrorball
https://gfycat.com/adorablefavoriteanhinga gif link The Word of the Day Challenge is resolutions. Fandango's FOWC is enigma. The offering today are two nonets, one a reverse (the first one is the...
View ArticledVerse — A Fixed Place
image link Anmol (HA) is the host of dVerse today. Anmol says: For The Tuesday Poetics, I am, therefore, asking you all to explore geography in your poems. There are different ways of going about it —...
View ArticledVerse — last lines — Chuck Palahniuk
Molar encasing hollow filled deadly cyanide, no longer of purpose for this agent.Begins here new life of operative me. --from Pygmy And maybe knowing isn't the point. Where we're standing right now,...
View ArticledVerse — Let Autumn Wait
It seems as though you are still summerby W.S. Merwin, from “To the Light of September” It seems as though you are still summeras dawn's pink flame melts crystal dewand winds dance with sunflowers....
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TSM 204 — Sunglowed
Sentenced explosions, smoke, and wailing finds my spirit drifting away to the day we walked among sunflowers. He, ahead, turned and sat, smiling, sunglowed, amidst a world of balanced peace. Today’s...
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Tanka Tuesday 330 — here there when
here is where river meets pond and pasture, forever resting there in my memory; a peaceable kingdom where I journey back to childhood summers when we fished from the dinghy using lines without worms;...
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