Crater Lake: a Discort

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dVerse - Poetry Form: Discort 

The writing challenge is to write a descort.

"The descort differentiates itself from other forms by differentiating its lines from other lines within the poem. That is, the main rule of descort poems is that each line needs to be different from every other line in the poem. An undeniable twist from the norm."  source


One summer long ago, my family went

to Crater Lake. Nothing to see.

I may have well stayed home.

I saw only fog.


But on a bright-blue-sky sunny day?

Prettier than a postcard.


Only a day trip away from me now,

I never go.


©2026 Lisa Smith Nelson. All Rights Reserved  


Comments

  1. Gillena CoxSeptember 3, 2026 at 3:16 PM

    Nice one

    Much love

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  2. GraceSeptember 3, 2026 at 3:24 PM

    The fog versus the prettier postcard is a good contrast. Its more than just a Lake. We view things differently, I guess at different times. Thanks for joining in!

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  3. HelenSeptember 3, 2026 at 4:57 PM

    I love visiting Crater Lake and your poem!! Not that far from home ~~ Bend.

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  4. kaykualaSeptember 3, 2026 at 6:47 PM


    But on a bright-blue-sky sunny day?
    Prettier than a postcard.

    Love the above lines. All goes to show how true is the weather - it's unpredictable!

    Hank

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  5. lynn__September 4, 2026 at 3:48 AM

    Similar to my reaction at NOT seeing Denali (the mountain) when we traveled to Alaska...overrated!!

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  6. AnonymousSeptember 5, 2026 at 6:03 AM

    Beautiful. The scene and the poem. Thanks for sharing 🙇🏻‍♀️, Selma Martin

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  7. FreyaSeptember 5, 2026 at 11:28 AM

    'Only a day trip away from me now,
    I never go.'

    That says so much, in so few words. Well done.

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