A fable for you today, dear friends, a hope for your wellbeing, and a wish for miracles. Drop me a line to let me know how and if you're enjoying these 30 days-30 poems. Be well.
We're challenged to write a poem that delves into the meaning of our name. There's a lot to talk about here, as I write under my middle name, my pen-name. See how you like my creation. Thanks for reading.
Welcome to my contribution of Day 12 of the National Poetry Writing Month Challenge. I hope you find something to like here today as these words are the best I could bring you today. Enjoy.
"The blue moment-- it comes on like torrents of grace, unexpected, unannounced, and will forever live in your memory. A gift of the spirit." ~ Kent Nerburn
Now that the kiddos are gone, have you returned to clean THAT old drawer? You know the one. So, what was in there? In this poetry prompt on Day 10, I went to check. Me oh my oh, a jambalaya -- so much has to go!
Anna Nansi followed Ben into a house last week-- disregarding what her momma had told her-- and didn't like the experience. So, for this week, she's sticking to the basics: spinning and waiting. Who's this Anna Nansi? Please read to find out.
I loved the optional prompt for today. Monologues? Spoken by a person already dead? Goodness, I never knew I could do this. And what's more, I enjoyed how the words just kept coming. I've turned creepy.
What a lovely prompt we worked on today. I chose a William Blake poem to follow and in no time, unpretentious little words swooshed in and inundated the page. Don't you just love it when that happens? I hope this poem is worth your time.
Given into the serenity, I got caught in a desire to investigate-- my human foible. Glad I did for the carp's folly gifted me a smile and a memory that I recount to you in this string of senryu poems. Enjoy.