The Versesmith

Writers' Pantry #76 A few weeks ago a poet shared the link to the online version for those magnetic poetry kits.   https://magneticpoetry.com/pages/play-online I became hooked!  There are five "kits" to choose from, as well as a "family-friendly" page. Using the given words (there are quite a few) required a bit of finagling.  I'm sharing some screenshots of what I came up.  Try it!  You may not get the words to write something "great," but you'll have fun!   In this first, I wish I could go back and switch the first line and title. The first few were written with words from the Poetry Kit.   There is a Mustache Poet kit!  Shave was written using the words in that one. ©2021 Lisa Smith Nelson. All Rights Reserved  

Writers' Pantry #75   Last week's Scribblings' prompt got me wondering just what's the story behind this painting, bought at Goodwill for $2.69 a few years ago.  Just why are there African mammals dressed in business dress in Washington D.C?   Here's the story as I imagined it:        A water buffalo, a baboon, and an antelope walk into a bar.      Strike that.      A water buffalo, a baboon, and an antelope took the bar, and are  now high powered attorneys and judges in DC.      The baboon has expectations, an appointment to the Supreme  Court.   He has the look, don’t you think?   Although, some have said his hair is too like that of “He who we would rather forget,” that  perhaps he should dye it.   Baboon chuckles deeply and enjoys the  comparison.      The buffalo is outwardly more of a thug, sarcastic, loud- mo...

 Weekly Scribblings #74 : Painted Tales Prompt: " … choose a painting and write new poetry or prose from the point of view of a character in said painting. Your contribution should include the painting or a link where others can look at it. " This untitled painting of me was done by my father in 1962.   I didn't find out it was me until my older brother said so when I was about 50! (forgive the cobweb that looks like a scratch or hair) artwork by W. D. Smith © 1962   A table to sit at. My little red chair. Paper and pencil and ink. Who cares that it’s raining and I can’t go out? I’ve everything I need.     ©2021 Lisa Smith Nelson. All Rights Reserved