I ... entered the poem of life, whose purpose is ... simply to witness the beauties of the world, to discover the many forms that love can take. (Barabara Blackman in 'Glass After Glass')

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21 May 2016

Is the Etheree

ee ether-
eal? Is the
etheree, eh, is
it really ethere-
al, all of it, really, or
is it merely a light fantas-
tic melody, lovely and summer-
y, highly incorporeal, eh, eh? 

Is the etheree ethereal, real-
ly? The etheree? Is it then real-
ly ghostly? Ghastly ghostly, or
merely unreal, the ether-
ree – the unreasonab-
ly, ethereal-
ly etheric-
al ether-
ee, eh-

Having tried an end-stopped etheree for dVersehere now is a completely enjambed one. And having aimed for coherence last time, here is nonsense. (I chose the photo for suggesting both ethereality and summer.)


  1. Actuall the enjambment worked so well, and even non-substance can have form.

  2. All these questions and only one answer, Rosemary. Yes. ;)

  3. I love this :D such an innovative response to the prompt :D

  4. I think I got dizzy trying to read this aloud ~ I enjoyed the playful verses anyway ~


  5. How fun and creative, Rosemary. Smiling till my face hurts. Wish I had had this when writing the prompt.

  6. Ok..I'm going to go with.....uh.....yes!
    Are you making fun of our etherees? Hehehe..nah,this was a fun read and I love "summerly".

  7. This must have been great fun to write. I am in awe of your mental powers, my friend. This much cleverness is beyond me. Hee hee. I so loved reading it, and admiring. (This comment reminds me of this morning when a store clerk asked for my email address and I, light-headed, dizzy, hobbling, told her "wildwoman",(she was careful not to break right out in snickers), then I added, "not very wild any more. But we can dream!" LOL. My hair is still wild, at any rate.)

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    Y ReaL
    iS aLL i
    NeeD to kNow..:)