Gone Gazing out, a stripped landscape gazes back. Houseplants, relieved, grateful to be in, still grieve. Garrulous jays, glass-muted, grouse at feeders fit for wrens. Ghosts of gatherings past haunt grey day; misted memories. image: “November First,” by Andrew Wyeth Sanaa is today’s host for Open Link Night Live.
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dVerse — Poetics 431 — Waiting
Waiting “Waiting is.” Heinlein once said. Well, anticipation suckswhen you’re waiting for signs ofwords, followed by actions, towelcome us back to living. Warm, strong arms and maskless smileswander, carefree, in my dreams. image: “Awaiting His Return,” by William Ladd Taylor (1854-1926) Laura Bloomsbury is today’s host for dVerse‘ Poetics. Laura says:1A. Write a poem…
Poetry Day 30 –it’s time to dance!
gif link Today’s writing prompt for OctWriPo is: “It’s time to celebrate a job well done, a love won, the turning of the sun. Write about that exuberant feeling you get whenever you are happy, that feeling that makes you feel like dancing whether it’s on the earth or the moon!” The suggested form today…
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