Attempting three prompts with a non-conforming rebellious feeling for the end of the month. Happy Samhain my friends. And Happy Diwali too.
An Acrostic Poem for every season. Thanks, Diana.
First there wasnothingNothing to see That wasn'tof darkness Not your hand orthat of another Not your reflectionon the firmament.Not until therewas starlightCould you discernthe face of another*First there was nothingThen there was everything.…
Let’s take care of our planet. It’s the only home we have.
A story behind what I see depicted in the piece, ‘Boys in a Pasture’ by Winslow Homer. Something about John Keats.
I. The prompt poem: (of last week’s challenge)‘Dispensing diamonds…’, a poem by Suzanne Brace II. Suzanne’s prompt guidelines for this new week: Theme: Transformation; Form: Quatern Quatern The Quatern is…
First and foremost, a heartfelt thank you to you for being here.Happy summer ending;Happy beginning of autumneveryone. “I hope you will go out and let stories happen to you, and…
What can you see from Santa Rita's Maya ruins roof top? Here's what I see.
This is my second time writing a Kimo; my first with the garland Kimo. From revisiting that first time post, I realize one more point, Kimo is an Israeli version of the haiku. Unrhymed. No title.
Of compasses and things that still brim you over when you think of them. I hope you enjoy this Heroic Sonnet.
WDYS # 246 Sadje says: Does this picture inspire you to write something? For the visually challenged reader, this image shows a white wolf standing in a foggyforest, with white…
Dad jokes amuse me. The last one I heard from my neighbor is that he was on a seafood diet. It made me give a double take, befuddled—for an answer…