Then it turns up.
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22 August 2017
Then it turns up.
21 August 2017
20 August 2017
Linked to Meeting the Bar: Neruda and the free verse sonnet
at dVerse Poets Pub.
19 August 2017
16 August 2017
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Here is the link to the ebook.
13 August 2017
Playing with form; inspired by the 'quasi-ghazals' of John Calvin Rezmerski and the long poems of Judith Crispin.
Linked to Poets United's Poetry Pantry #366
6 August 2017
Linking to Tuesday Platform at 'imaginary garden with real toads'.
5 August 2017
3 August 2017
It is true that people kill people. It is true
write a poem. Dream of another country
where there is peace and freedom. Dream
2 August 2017
Linking to this week's Tuesday Platform at 'imaginary garden with real toads'.
30 July 2017
Now she deplores his way of living.
24 July 2017
21 July 2017
8 July 2017
7 July 2017
3 July 2017
the lakes and streams polluted, air made foul.
Oh, never mind the name – just write one, do!
(Adopting a bit of a persona for this one. I don't REALLY think I'd be failed for cheekily correcting a spelling mistake. And actually, it turns out he's right, I'm wrong! I have now ascertained that 'curtal' is a variant of 'curtail', and is indeed the word used to describe this form.)
28 June 2017
Linking this to the latest Tuesday Platform at 'imaginary garden with real toads', where change is a theme.
25 June 2017
All I know is, I’m not Charlie Brown –
I think I’ll be Schroeder,
At 'imaginary garden with real toads', we were invited to find ourselves in cartoon characters in the prompt: Fashion me your words to fold ~ ergo (in less than 100 words). The mention of 'fold' inspired me to use Gillena Cox's Fold form. And then I was moved to write a second one. Each, individually, is under 100 words, but I didn't want to post them separately when they so clearly belong together.
24 June 2017
23 June 2017
Written for Poets United's Midweek Motif ~ Yoga
20 June 2017
(The era was the 1940s.)
This grew out of (1) a discussion, 'Exploring our feminine' inspired by the writing of Brooke Medicine Eagle in Buffalo Woman Comes Singing, and (2) an exercise in Wingbeats, to create a one-sentence poem of 14 lines and at least 100 words.
Linked to The Tuesday Platform for June 20 2017 at 'imaginary garden with real toads'.
19 June 2017
Linking to Poets United's Poetry Pantry #367
never told me it was only glass.
Written for Micro Poetry ~ Dark Emeralds at 'imaginary garden with real toads'.
15 June 2017
14 June 2017
in its plethora of dear, true friends. I love to be
Submitted for The Tuesday Platform June 13 2017 at 'imaginary garden with real toads'.
Also linked to Poets United's Poetry Pantry #360.
12 June 2017
green glass beads, the nymph who refused,
11 June 2017
Also shared at Poets United's Poetry Pantry #358.
10 June 2017
(Then I did write one in 60 words, on a different card. It's here.)
Btw, did I mention that I'm a professional Tarot reader? Far from helping, it probably limits my flexibility with such a prompt, LOL.
9 June 2017
And linked to Poets United's Poetry Pantry #357
a description of the ocean as green –
but that, I saw, was the Atlantic,
which I do not live beside.
The ocean, always, in my head
is the bluest blue you have ever seen –
deep blue, sparkling, sunny, romantic,
and vast, huge, gorgeously wide.
Never mind what others have said
about other seas where I have not been.
I’m drunk with love for the Pacific
and its thunder-crashing tide.
When I lived close, I’d lie in bed
paradoxically lulled in-between
the rhythmical roars – the volcanic
great ocean at my bedside.
Living on the edge, I am ecstatic
for this bluer beauty, this wilder side.
Written for Poets United's Midweek Motif ~ Ocean(s)
and for the Poetic Asides rimas dissolutas challenge.
Not even poetry makes it right.
(17 July) Delighted to report that this one was placed in the top 10, in very good company. And you really should check out the brilliant winner. Details here.
4 June 2017
called me. As always.
(For those who may wonder – I was married to Bill for 27 years before I was married to Andrew.)
PS Travel to the funeral from where I live proves complicated, costly and time-consuming, so after all I'll be staying home and saying my own prayers here instead.