The Versesmith

  dVerse prompt for Sept. 9, 2024 For your Prosery prompt, I have selected the first line from her (Tina Chang) poem “Love”: “ I am haunted by how much our mothers do not know. ” Write a piece of prosery of up to or exactly 144 words, including the given line in the order in which it has been given. You may add or change punctuation, but you may not add or delete words. I purposely did not read the rest of Tina Chang's poem, as to not influence my first thoughts by her words and their meanings.  I was recalled back to an overheard conversation between a group of teenage girls, who didn't realize I could hear.  They were trying to come up with alternative ways they could have gotten "hickeys," or "love bites," what to tell their parents.  I laughed and told them  their  parents told  their  parents those exact same things, and no one was fooled!  No one would believe they "ran into a door knob," yet that's one that seems to pass through the ge...

   24 Seasons Syllabic Poetry Challenge, No. 50 White Dew (September 7 – 22) Hakuro 白露 "Your writing invitation is to write tanka prose with me! The use of the kigo words are OPTIONAL. If they work for your poem, use them." I have used the kigo word Dew in my tanka prose.  It was just today when the first morning condensation was on my windshield.   So welcome was the sight, I took it's picture!  You know it's been a long summer when condensation is photo-worthy! The days are still hot.  90s and low 100s hot.  However, the nights are finally cooling, making it easier to sleep in a non-air conditioned room.   The most obvious sign that autumn is nigh is today was the first morning there was condensation on the car windshield.  It may not be as romantic as spring’s first blossom, or winter’s first snow flake, but after the summer I've had it’s the most welcome.   dew coats the windows an early morning surprise obscuring my ...

Quadrille #207 Poem Spin Cycle " Don’t go into a tailspin. Just spin us a poem of precisely 44 words (not counting the title), containing some form or other of the word spin. Post the poem on your own blog and link up using the Mr. Linky below. Then spin out into that beautiful blogosphere to enjoy all the amazing poems. Some of the most incredible poets spin their stories right here at dverse. The Q is open all week long, so be sure to come back and take a second spin around the track. " He spins in circles ‘round and ‘round, a silent hunter, makes no sound. He eyes the prize, and sets to motion. He will get that thing, Land o’ Goshen! Now he’s so woozy, the silly boy! He’s found his tail is not a toy! ©2024 Lisa Smith Nelson. All Rights Reserved #dverse #quadrille #wordcount #poetryprompt @mickey_chicky_boom_boom