Today's prompt at the dVerse Poets Pub is to enter the world of Pop Art and describe a modern painting, cultural phenomenon, a product, an icon/idol or mass medium. I failed to follow directions and opted for Sandro Botticelli's La Primavera, instead. Plus, I just realized this isn't even a poem. ℵ We join the [...]
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Jeff & Joni
It's Quatrain Monday over at the dVerse Poets Pub. The prompt is the word "set." ℵ Ink hadn't even set on the weddin' invites b'fore Jeff was out hookin' his-self up with anything female what had a pulse. Folks felt sorry for "Sweet Joni" gettin' knocked-up but what hardly nobody knew was that kid wasn't [...]
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A Broken Heart
Today at the dVerse Poets Pub, we are to write a poem about anticipation, waiting, or hoping. Delicate snowflakes swirl and sparkle in mid-day sun, dusting her feathers a diaphanous silver glaze. among the frozen foliage her mate finds her and gently shields her with a massive wing puzzled as the snow where [...]
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Almost Life
It's Prosery Monday at the dVerse Poets Pub! "Prosery is the latest addition to the dVerse universe. This is the fourth prosery prompt. If you’re not yet acquainted with the dVerse term, let me explain. It is a flash fiction (of any genre) that incorporates a line from a poem—prose from poetry! It must be [...]
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With One Eye Closed
It's Tuesday Poetics at the dVerse Poets Pub. Today's theme is "making much of madness. Each day I am tormented when I search the newspaper obituary column and find you unlisted. I am afraid to leave my apartment: you could be everywhere. I check and double-check the six locks bolted to my splitting wooden [...]
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My Charms
Today at the dVerse Poets, we have Art as Inspiration, and introducing Beverly Dyer. I may as well have tried to tame a Mustang stallion or steal a mirage thinking my charms were enough to capture your heart and you would love me back.
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Whispered
Today's writing prompt at the dVerse Poets Pub is the word, tranquility. In the tranquil, sweet heart of the night and the only other sounds are dried oak leaves tickling the sidewalk, the most beautiful words in the world are the ones formed by your lips and whispered to me — just me, and no [...]
