The Versesmith

dVerse   MTB: Ubi Sunt and that Where, Oh Where?   And our MTB prompt today is simply to use this Ubi Sunt motif in your poetry as such: title your poem with the question – where are the/they… use the questioning within your poem, even with repetition DO NOT ANSWER it though – the questioning is rhetorical employ concepts of mortality, the transience of life, a sense of nostalgia ubi sunt is a term meaning "where are they??" taken from the Latin phrase "ubi sunt qui ante nos fuerunt," or "where are those who were before us?"   Where are the friends who promised forever? Who vowed a cradle to grave? Where are the sisters who pricked their thumbs? Who undying kinship gave? Have they forgotten those carefree days? Broken our childhood pact? Have they forgotten we were as one? Ignoring our solemn act? Where are the friends we used to know? Those we held so dear? Where are the ones on whose sides we stood? W...

NaPoWriMo Day 21 prompt: ...write a poem in which you first recall someone you used to know closely but are no longer in touch with, then a job you used to have but no longer do, and then a piece of art that you saw once and that has stuck with you over time. Finally, close the poem with an unanswerable question.   Lauri, my best friend. So long ago, I can’t remember why we stopped even so much as talking. I saw her parents in Liberty House, outside the elevator, while I was working. Her father was blind by then, diabetes, and waiting for a guide dog. This was around the time of the fair, when I was struck by Storm over the Acropolis , a student painting. More than 45 years ago, the impression made still with me. Remembering,  I wonder… is Lauri even how she spelled her name?   ©2022 Lisa Smith Nelson. All Rights Reserved #napowrimo2022 #napowrimo22 #napowrimoday21   

Weekly writing prompt #295 from http://sundayswhirligig.blogspot.com/2020/12/whirligig-295.html Prompt words in red. (This poem depicts New Year's Eve pre- or post- COVID-19. Please do not party this year!) https://www.flickr.com/photos/cpardue/2147764272 The night was just lovely The dancers sublime The air filled with glitter we hear the clock chime   Kissed on the lips where the mistletoe ’s lurking Tied to the lintel it seemed to be working!   The candle burnt down tots are nodding their heads Carry the sleepy upstairs to their beds   Footsteps grow faint Until friends are all gone The house now is lonely and I start to yawn     ©2020 Lisa Smith Nelson. All Rights Reserved

     Weekly Scribblings # 47 Poets and Storytellers United   I At 15 years I had a friend Who loved to chew her gum     A rarity For me Or only sugar free   So Juicy Fruit became our “thing” I chewed it months on end     Too bad So sad Twelve cavities I had            II I loved her like a sister She later stabbed me in the back As even sisters will        ©2020 Lisa Smith Nelson. All Rights Reserve