Tried audio for the first time. Recorded it on the voice memo on iPhone, saved it on Keep, but for the life of me couldn't figure out where that thing was saved. Sheesh. Before that, the shedding of inhibitions & stretching of my comfort zone. I did it for you. This poem is close to my heart. Happy Holidays.
TANKA IN ENGLISH: 5/7/5/7/7 syllable structure. Your Tanka will consist of 5 lines written in the first-person point of view from the perspective of the poet. #dVerse #tanka #poetry
Please don't sink inside your cereal bowl. Similarly, don't let the negativity of the world submerge you. You're smarter than all the sham.
I appreciate your readership and I'm grateful for you in my world. You make my thanks living easy. I wish you abundance and miracles.
I felt it was time I dedicated one for all sons all over the world in praise of fathers, step fathers, father figures all over the world. I know this is a shared prayer. You have no sons? Feel free to insert that person who lives in your heart. I bless you.
"No shade, no shine, no butterflies, no bees, No fruits, no flowers, no leaves, no birds..." – No! by Thomas Hood I'm a great fan of November: Yes-November! #dVerse
Put all malice away from you. Lighten your soul with spiritual fruit: empathy, grace, and forgiveness and reverse the growth of bitterness.
Here's my #bookreview posted on #Amazon of Three-Penny Memories - A Poetic Memoir by my friend, Author Barbara Harris Leonhard. I read this three times; fell in love with it three times! I highly recommend.
Ms. Dorothy was a premie, like me... and I think there's nothing minor about that. And having celebrated my 60th birthday recently, I feel a kinship to this great woman. Please read the poem, but most importantly, please read the short profile of Ms. Dorothy Parker.
In wonder with the colors of autumn while I listen close to the whispers from the wind. Happy November, everyone.
A take off the Roundabout form. I broke the rules but did the best I can do today. Please let me know what you think on the day that marks the end of summer, the harvest, and the beginning of the dark time of the year.
As far back as I can recall, my mama helped me recite poetry, & instilled my love for it. Today, I'm joyful (IN JOY) & grateful for life itself & poetry.