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 [...]
I sense them trying to form. the sudden, mad syllabic rush as if each thought is battling to be voiced in unison. A thunderous blast of wordlessness everything and nothing — an aborted cacophony — utterances never to be heard, over a blur of muted tears.
It's Quadrille Monday at the dVerse Poets Pub He had a white coat with oval-shaped specklings of black and dark gray. People thought we should name him “Freckles”, but I thought that was much too common a name for such a serendipitous creature. Instead, we decided on Domenic Andreas — Spot for short. [...]
It's Quadrille #83 over at the dVerse Poets Pub. Today's writing prompt is to create a quadrille using the word sun. Willow tree leaves flutter graceful silvery green— not quite shiny. Two young butterflies at play dipping, diving, spiraling through the air. A field of sunflowers turn their faces skyward as if the [...]
A Quadrille for the dVerse Poetry Pub It was my go-to if things got out of control. my ace in the hole. kept it in the back of my mind like an extra 5 bucks just in case. today I finally used it— but changed my mind. Can’t un-slit my throat.