Happy Friday all, and happy penultimate day of Na/GloPoWriMo 2022! Pat yourselves on the shoulder, dear friends-- we made it! Yay. I am so grateful for your support and encouragement. You da best! xoxo
Concrete Poetry: Hope you enjoy what I have for you today.
Wrote my very first 'Duplex' and I'm happy for it. Yay! Please check it out. Also, paying homage to The Bard in this one. Come and see why... Thanks for reading.
Thanks so much for these fantastic prompts. And thanks so much to everyone who's been reading. Thanks for the encouragement, you guys are the best! I'm not sure I got this Homeric simile to work, but this is the best I can do. xoxo
Upgrades... The world is due a major upgrade for sure. And we're getting it. Are you ready? Where will you be then?
"A simile is like a pair of eyeglasses, one side sees this, one side sees that, the device brings them together." ~ George McWhirter Happy Writing. Happy Reading.
Here are four more answers, in Gogyohka form, to the question of the other day. I hope you enjoy them in lieu of the lovely prompt today.
Mother Earth has gone through a few years of convalescing; we've been on the mend from our careless ways as well. But you must agree, this is hardly enough time to heal entirely. The purpose of this short article is twofold; one is to offer you my humble attempt of releasing you from guilt, and the other, to introduce you to a practice called Tikkun Olam. Let's make it Earth Day every day.
I present you with a rondeau on this 22nd day of April. I'm pretty new to this form, so was practicing it the other day, and when I read the prompt required repetition I thought of my rondeau. *wink* Hope you enjoy it.
We live. We learn. We remember. We grow. No redos but if you do it with your whole heart you become the best version of yourself. That’s my hope for you. xo
A tad bit off prompt, as I sure don't know about how the cake would feel, but I most certainly know about the plate it sat on. All in good fun. Take a read and tell me what you think.
Children take to jingles and in time come to assimilate with the words, form opinions. And oh, how those words that seem benign hurt us all. Hatchet those mean words out!