’24 Contemplation: W3 She Is Not A Wilted Flower
Written for W3 Prompt #97: Wea’ve Written Weekly posted on March 6, 2024at the Skeptic's Kaddish where Jane Aguiar is the host this week. The prompt poem: ‘At the base of the…
Written for W3 Prompt #97: Wea’ve Written Weekly posted on March 6, 2024at the Skeptic's Kaddish where Jane Aguiar is the host this week. The prompt poem: ‘At the base of the…
swaggering in properregalia arrives Springrousing us to atime of enliveningthe kaleidoscopeof hues beguilingwhere only yesterdaysnow lay slumberingnow crocuses fromhilltops cascadingthe colors seeping inlike full moons explodingreadying one and all,and fecundity…
Written for #Whatdoyousee for Sadje @ KeepItAlive Website,#228- March 4, 2024. Deserving Daughters the sum of all parts-- both broken and beautiful deserving of love © selma Sadje: Does the picture…
Hotel de los corazones rotos–The hotel of broken hearts Hello, my precious Readers. Happy March--Spring--Yay! Another honor to have my poem nesting in this lovely literary magazine.I’m grateful to Editor: Michelle…
no blooms here yet--unless you count my big smileanticipating © selma
Furled like sails on sailboats the purple iris is ready to hoist the main sails and sail off into her maiden voyage. Happy Spring.
Of wants I have nonebut I fear that one bad dayI might forget © selma
Spring, the sweet spring, is the year’s pleasant king, Then blooms each thing, then maids dance in a ring, Cold doth not sting, the pretty birds do sing: Cuckoo, jug-jug,…
A Sijo is a Korean verse form related to haiku and tanka, comprised of three linesof 14-16 syllables each, for a total of 44-46 syllables.Each line contains a pause near the middle, similar…
Here’s an invitation for fans of thriller fiction. Read on, dear friends and act fast. https://joslynchase.com/be-part-of-the-y2-kickoff-for-thrill-ride-magazine/ Reblog: joslynchase.com You have an opportunity now—but only from February 13 to February 27—to…
Written for Whimsygizmo: Quadrille #195 – Don’t Touch that Dial! (Stay andWrite a Poem) You say that under the noon heat asphalt softens and floods and that under a moon-blanched…