He arrived to pick her up in a white sport coat with a pink carnation. She was a devil in a blue dress. His brown eyes met her hazel eyes. Fireworks bloomed in the dusky rose sunset. He took her by the elbow and led her to his pink Cadillac, opened and closed her door…
dVerse — alliteration (assonance & consonance) — airborne
her wings opened slowly silent creaks needing oil midday sunset flames aglow black-framed confident flaps to fluttering now lifts, carried sideways tilting madly airborne Bjorn is today’s host of dVerse. Bjorn says: Today I would like you to try using different types of assonance and consonance in any poem of your choice. Try to listen…
A Love Poetry Trilogy. Covers revealed!
Originally posted on Frank Prem Poetry:
It’s possibly not wise for me to do this, but I get very excited when I hit a milestone, and I think that has now happened. I’ve finished the format work for ebooks and paperbacks of the 3 books in A Love Poetry Trilogy, and am starting to schedule…
Nature’s Medicine — Essential Oils
Last night I attended a lecture from an expert in essential oils and learned quite a bit; enough to know I’m going to start using them for aromatherapy and for medicinal purposes. Each participant concocted a small cobalt blue glass spritzer bottle of a refreshing combination of tea tree oil, lavender oil, and orange oil,…
#FF — This will be the last time.
PHOTO PROMPT © Dale Rogerson Merriam reluctantly allowed Bud, her less-than-ambitious boyfriend, to take her car during the day while she worked. In the afternoons she waited in the park across the street for him to pick her up at 3:05 p.m . A few minutes late wasn’t bad, but every day Bud was a…
What do you see? 14 — Them
They had everyone fooled. Their methods of mimicry were inferior to none. They even fooled the most astute scientists and food engineers who studied them under microscopes and in test tubes. An untold number of photographers had taken their images and pasted them on magazine covers, inside naturalist tomes, and on every social media forum….
dVerse — dreamland
Dreams are messages from home. –Clarissa Pinkola-Estes Vines string the pathway of Ethereal mist day, softened Songs of gentian butterflies Silvery wings of faeries Enormous sunflowers Lily pads; leaping leopard frogs Ogling bunnies with twitchy noses Fine fern fronds fondle furry ears Yarrow sway with rose mallow On a spongy marsh ledging Umbrellas glide, held…
Tao-Talk 