Sonnet: To Our Friendship
Strolling in moonlight or playing attunedPulsing in moments feeling mighty fineI on the solo flute, you the bassoon Double-blind and tone-deaf yet we align The bees hum about clover and sweet…
Strolling in moonlight or playing attunedPulsing in moments feeling mighty fineI on the solo flute, you the bassoon Double-blind and tone-deaf yet we align The bees hum about clover and sweet…
uncertainty looms in every corner—what to do, what to do but all ills come equipped, they say,complete with answers waiting the humane will figure it out: not exactlyrocket science Copyright…
Of compasses and things that still brim you over when you think of them. I hope you enjoy this Heroic Sonnet.
WDYS 247: Image credit; Tom Barrett of artwork; sculpture by Spanish artistJaume Plensa Dear Lake do all you canto console mesometimes a manlongs to be freeof the harsh wordsthat minds…
Hello friends. This week’s W3 Prompt #117 hosted by our beloved Sadje, is where theparty’s at. Please take a look: https://skepticskaddish.com/2024/07/24/w3-prompt-117-weave-written-weekly/ Details: I. The prompt poem: ‘What amuses me?’, a…
Welcome back to another WDYS promptRules; Please tag your responses with #Whatdoyousee Or #WDYS Does this picture inspire you to write something? … https://lifeafter50forwomen.com/2024/07/01/what-do-you-see-243-july-1st2024 * For the visually challenged reader,…
This post is written for Sadje for the WDYS prompt.Please visit the Keep it Alive Website. https://lifeafter50forwomen.com/2024/05/06/what-do-you-see-237-may-6-2024 Sadje says: For the visually challenged reader, this image shows a giant femalefigure…
Sadje: "Waiting for your responses." What Do You See PromptImage credit: Nickola Johnny Mirkovic @ Unsplash For the visually challenged reader, this image shows an arched veranda,where multiple pillars support a high…
from the hotel window I saw themstretched as far as my eyes could seehundreds covered the bay like black inkbopping up and down on the receding sea as if paused…
This man's face is the face of grief. I know because that's what my face will look like if and when I return one day to the town that raised me. Mom will not be there, and as grown up as I am, I really don't want to make that trip.
A stereo cassette deck in your car--remember those? I don't know what you'll think of this but it grounded me. Let me know in the comments, please.