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The fragrance of nature’s bounty: spice of life–the ultimate reward. What's your favorite spice? #syllabicpoetry #poem #poetry
Posting to two prompts. Prelude to a Kiss and Ekphrastic that presents us with a lovely art piece. Enjoy.
I Rise, is an encouragement poem for you-- a reminder of the power you carry within. Happy Palentine's Day, Pen Pals... Lovely friends of mine/ your virtues are most divine/
Written for Meeting The Bar at dVerse for the patchwork PROSE prompt hosted by Laura. I’m STILL wowed at the result and will say no more.
I'm wowed and will say no more. Because how else was this supposed to go with words from literary geniuses, such as Mary Oliver & Joy Harjo? Enjoy my patchwork.
A small town raised me. That was my then; I am now living my now. Two simple happenings that are entangled. Read to find out what that feels like. xo
Couldn't resist this luminous prompt at dVerse to write a Quadrille employing the word star. Won't you give it a go, too? It runs until Friday. See you inside. xo
Grandma Ami, my paternal grandmother, would be today's protagonist of the tad-bit exaggerated creative non-fiction story/poem. My gramms had good 'reasons' for loving me like she did.
Japan celebrated its young with a national holiday. In my area, we had a pleasant halcyon day decorated by young ladies in silk kimonos and young men...
Needing a break from my 'regular' routine, I ventured south on the one sunny day we had this week. I walked on wooden boardwalk of the harborfront park, and took pictures to share with you.