Phantasmal clouds wreathe the hills-- the sea, rough with foam breaking; seagulls encourage one another. From that dreamy mess she emerges: Poem of mine, you taste salty on my lips. © 2023 selmamartin.com
Hello, friends. Today I tackle two prompts. The first, a Gogyohka, is for the W3 prompt
posted on June 28, 2023, #61: Wea’ve Written Weekly.
Heather Carr-Rowe (Sgeoil) prompt guidelines
- Write a poem in any style about a place that evokes emotion (a place where you find poetry);
- It could be a place you go daily; perhaps from your childhood; or a place you may have only dreamed of. It may be under your favourite tree; a sports field; the lake; a coffee shop; your comfy chair; the dreaded dentist’s chair; or on a plane in the clouds… the possibilities are endless.
Poems hide in plain sight!
And the second is for Colleen’s Word Craft #TankaTuesday Weekly #Poetry Challenge
No. 326, 6/27/23, where we’re exploring the many possibilities of synonyms only.
📔 Close & Open 📖
Your poetry writing invitation for this week:
- Write a syllabic poem of your choice using synonyms for the words: “Close & Open.” Please DO NOT use the words, synonyms only.
- Remember, if you write a freestyle poem, please add a syllabic form also.
Red sun in the east, the full moon in the west-- bewitching hour ©selma
Thanks for reading. xoxo
I’m a simple woman who dares to see the beauty in ordinary. I’d love to connect with you and like pen pals, I want something beautiful to blossom between us. Will you join me? Selma is my middle name. Its meaning—peaceful, complete, are euphoric affirmations I like to think of myself as having. They compliment the joy I feel when I write. I sincerely hope you decide to join me on my writing journey. I Wish You Miracles.
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I love the taste of a good poem! 😊
I love the taste of a good poem too. Thanks, Ingrid. xoxo
so very stunning, Selma. 🤍
Thanks, Destiny. xoxo
always a pleasure 🤍
Bewitching!
Bewitching… doubled. xoxo
poems are made of the senses
Of the senses, right, Beth. Thanks for reading. blessings.
So beautiful
Happy you liked them, my friend. xoxo
❤️
I can taste salt too.
Same-same, Diana. *smiling* So happy to know.
I love both the poems🌻
Thanks, Kajal. so happy to know you liked them. Blessings. xoxo
I really like the peaceful feeling in both of these Selma. (K)
Thank you, dear K. Glad you liked them. xoxo And may your weekend Fourth of July Celebrations be peaceful and memorable. Happy Birthday, America and its lovely people. I bless you. xoxo
Indeed! What nice written word of taste salty on lip. The best photo.
“Red sun in the east,
the full moon in the west–
bewitching hour, What a great!
Raj, sweet Raj. Thanks so very much. Blessings. xoxo
My pleasure!
Absolutely beautiful! That poem emerging is a wonderful mental image for me!!
Splendid, as that’s where poems emerge. I love it that its the same for you. So happy you read. Thanks for the comment. xoxo Happy Fourth of July Celebrations, Valerie dear. May it be peaceful and memorable too. I bless you. xoxo
A delicious take on the prompt, Selma. Love this! xo
So glad you like it. 😋 👏🏽
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WOW, Selma! Your first poem in particular reads like a vivid, beautiful dream…
Much love,
David
😚 🤗
Selma,
This week’s W3 prompt, hosted by the enthusiastic and creative Pankaj Kumar is now live!
https://skepticskaddish.com/2023/07/05/w3-prompt-62-weave-written-weekly/
Enjoy 🙂
Much love,
David
In all that we see and feel, poetry does emerge. A wonderful write, Selma!
Love your comment. Thanks so much.
My pleasure.
Both are splendid Selma! 💞💞
Glad you liked them. Xoxo
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Oh, I love this one. Hello, poem!
A feeling. Right. So happy you like it Melissa. Xoxo