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As written here: It’s obvious that I am asking you to write a soliloquy, but I would like you to make an effort to include some clear examples of one or more poetic devices of your choosing in your self-talk Oh, why did I thinkI could taste the sunto experience the lemonsweet and sourwhen the setting of the suntakes out the heatand leaves me hearing the tic ticas the sun slips below the…

Find the prompt here: https://dversepoets.com/2021/06/17/poetry-form-trimeric/ The rules are pretty simple: 1. Trimeric has 4 stanzas2. The first stanza has 4 lines3. The other three stanzas have 3 lines each4. The first line of each stanza is a refrain of the corresponding line in the first stanza (so 2nd stanza starts with the second line, third stanza starts with the third line, etc.).5. The…

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Find prompts here: https://dversepoets.com/2021/06/15/poetics-exploring-the-realm-of-minimalist-photography/ For today’s Poetics, I want you all to select one out of the twelve photographs shared above and write a poem. It can be an Ekphrastic poem, if you like. Go philosophical. Go dark or romantic or solemn. Share what you feel about Minimalist photography when you see it. The idea here is to…

Written for D’verse Poets Pub: https://dversepoets.com/2021/06/14/quadrille/ “smudge”. as a verb: to cause (something) to become messily smeared by rubbing it. Inside Within the small wallsconfined to a tiny placethere resides a fearthat exists only herewilling itselfto escape Within the small wallswitnessed on an empty walla dark smudge of inkmaking one thinkthat someonewanted to get out

It’s Poetics Tuesday over at the dVerse Poets Pub. Our host, Mish has given us the task of selecting one of the movie quotes listed above and incorporate it into a poem of any style. I’ve chosen, “I wish I knew how to quit you” – Brokeback Mountain, 2005 – I wish I knew how to quit you. You’re like an addiction I don’t want to kick — a safety net with a gaping hole a life raft…

Poetics: The Art of Being Human

The challenge is to write a metaphor poem that starts with the words ‘This being human is…’Find it here: https://dversepoets.com/2021/03/16/poetics-the-art-of-being-human/ This being human is the feather on the ledgeof the building made of stoneteetering with each gust of windno matter how smallleft there by mistake?not knowing who left itnor where it will godropped by accident or lost?never…

It’s Haibun Monday over at the dVerse Poets Pub. This time, Lillian would like us to take a walk down Memory Lane: “…Force yourself into memories not in photographs; not already written down or told to you by others. Let’s see what we get! You’ll probably jot down more than what you use in your haibun. You may even decide to extend the time, being surprised by what comes to mind!” Joanne and I…

It’s Prosery Monday over at the dVerse Poets Pub. This week, our prompt comes from a Yeats poem, The Song of the Wandering Aengus: I went out to the hazel wood,Because a fire was in my head’. 144 words. It was a day like any other. Nothing special or noteworthy aside from it was the day you left. I looked everywhere I thought you might be and eventually even places I knew you’d never go. Were…