Mish is the host of tonight’s d’Verse and gives the following prompt for tonight’s quadrille: So I give you the word “steep” to infuse into your poem of 44 words. Steep drifts shelter the pheasant outside my window. He stares in at the greenery and wonders at the mirage of summer. * I…
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d’Verse — Shed Diamante
image link lillian is the hostess at d’Verse this evening, where she says: The prompt for today: write a poem (any form; rhyming or not) that includes the word “shed” or a form of the word. The offering today is in the form of a diamante. Shed rid, cast-off sloughing, extricating, losing remove,…
d’Verse — Confessional
image link Anmol is our host of d’Verse this evening. He has challenged us with: So, the Poetics challenge today is to write a confessional verse in the style of any of these poets or write something which plays with the ideas expressed here — to put your regrets, your guilts, your sins, your humanity,…
#d’Verse — Quadrille to Change
image link De Jackson is the host of d’Verse poet’s pub this evening. De’s prompt follows: The changing of the guards. Spare change. Positive change. Change your clothes. Change your attitude. Change your life. Changed. Changeability. Changing. You could even go a little creepy on us, and write about a changeling. Whatever you write, just…
d’Verse — house ramble and find
Lillian is the hostess this Tuesday with d’Verse poet’s pub. She instructs: So – here’s what I’m asking you to do today. Walk around your house and look at all the things hanging there: on walls, in closets, on your refrigerator door, etc. Pick something that “speaks to you” and use that as the basis…
d’Verse — Haibun Monday: January
Today’s offering is a haibun written for hostess of the evening’s d’Verse, Kim’s, prompt of January. Waking up at eleven, looking out at another repetition of anemic feebleness that washes the life out everything. Invisible beyond grey, clouds prevent any instance of ROYGBIV. Eyes strain to delineate blah from blah. To say it is preferable…
Village Pastoral — revision 2 of 1
image link Village Pastoral * Here is the latest revision, using enjambment: * Each morn, sun’s rise, she passes a dog, long dead, bloated, rotting roadside; its sick stench, maggot’s perfume, cause ripe wretching and swoon. She prays for rain to wash it all away. * Town’s well; wives talk, pails rise, smiles fall,…
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