The Versesmith

  Tanka Tuesday Poetry Challenge: Photo Prompt For this week's Challenge " you’ll be writing syllabic poetry inspired by the following photo ."  I have written a  senryū. ©2023 Lisa Smith Nelson  glory days so bright in his mind faded star   ©2024 Lisa Smith Nelson. All Rights Reserved #tankatuesdaypoetrychallenge #tankatuesday #photopromptpoetry #senryu #syllabicpoetry #syllabicpoem 

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   

Poets and Storytellers United Friday Writings #2: Always Learning  Our new Friday Writings format means we are open to pieces on any topic, but if you’d like a little something to prompt your muse, I’d like to suggest drawing inspiration from a subject you studied at school.    I've always loved words.  I was weaned on the poetry of A. A. Milne.  My father wouldn't read me Now We Are Six until I was six, and what anticipation that was!   Later, my oldest was accustomed to hearing me call out, "Be a good girl, Jane!" as he stepped out the door.  I still leave "Bisy.  Backson" notes on the kitchen counter. (See below for links) Ms. Brown was my college online poetry class professor.  Mrs. Buckette taught my high school creative writing class.  After she retired Mrs. Buckette went on to publish several novels, belying my father's "Those who can do, those who can't teach," a saying quite unlike him. Ms. Brown Never take a class in poet...