Image: found on tumblr.com “Giving has many faces” Alberto Rios A Bigger TableMy flag is a dishclothmy creed is generositymy anthem a song of welcomemy praxis is sharing,I take down wallsI open doorsI desire to createI desire to learnyour name, your ways,your part in this wildwonderful journeywhere nothing can be smallespecially the heart,and, if this catches firethis love -we'll need a bigger…
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At dVerse Bjorn is hosting Meeting the Bar with an invitation to write a poem using an apophatic (αποφατικοζ) or negation approach – the not knowing, (as opposed to a cataphatic (καταφατικα) or positive approach – the knowing/affirming). For more detail follow the link below: dVerse Poets – MTB – Meet The Bar Positively Through Negation Image by Nick Kirtoki from Pixabay “The rose has no Why?…
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At dVerse Frank is hosting the Haibun with an invitation to write about late cherry blossom. dVerse Poets – Haibun Monday – Late Cherry Blossoms Photo: geograph.org.uk “What do you dread?” Jean Valentine Holding Back Time Cherry blossom, any blossom, late blossom helps me to hang on a little longer, to indulge that savouring of the season, like delaying that last morsel of favourite food,…
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At dVerse Melissa is hosting Poetics with an invitation to write a poem that speak to metamorphosis and transformation. For more detail and resource follow the link below: dVerse Poets – Poetics – Metamorphosis of Sorts Photo: found on pinterest.com via bing.com “I gnaw the fresh green hawthorn spray” Robert Graves Mothing I don't want to say too muchyou might just steal me awayfrom this…
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At dVerse Mish is hosting Open Link Night, the night we choose a poem to post. dVerse Poets – OLN Photo: our dear old woofer Vienna (sometimes called hoover). “Hour that is mine from among them all!” Pablo Neruda FragmentsA glass of the pepperysitting in duskclosing out the day,cooling to eveningwe roast our partoffering sweet observations,as last light hits the far shorewe soak up the…
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Image by KTravels from Pixabay “There’s a formula for everything …” Sherman Alexie The Words Of UsWhat is it to write a livingof crooked pathwaysand random cliffs,what font might make sense of disparate elements,what binding might holdthe yin and yang of itas congruent hope;even in the very beginning how do we language selfin a world of selves,and how do we face thesticking point, the brinkof…
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Image by Наталия Когут from Pixabay “Always too eager for the future, we pick up bad habits of expectancy” Phillip Larkin Not SeeingThe gaze,le regard,what catches the eyewhere am I fixed with intent to exclusion,are there any new movementsto beat the syncopated repetitionof the daily urban ballet soinfused it is now tasteless,invisible, and yet not a partof my breath, it is…
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At dVerse Kim is hosting Poetics with an invitation to write a poem using an optician’s word grid, taking two lines and using the words in order. Here are the sets of words: nose – one – cause – evenwere – crone – our – summername – use – means – arosenear – can – remove – surecrow – verse – see – renewassume – once- van – sumaware – caves – sea – cream dVerse Poets – Poetics – The Optician’s…
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At dVerse Dora is hosting Poetics with an invitation to write about the romance of the open window. dVerse Poets – Poetics – The Romance Of The Open Window Image by Jupi Lu from Pixabay “… like artists gave the holy before perspective was invented …” Bob Hicok Window Of OpportunityLook at thata sky of rorschach shapesfeminine or masculineI don't knowlet's see what happens,tears in…
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Photo: Mollerin Rock reserve 2022. Taking a short break, heading out beyond the internet and into the bush. Shall miss all you lovely people and your creative work. Back on the 26 😀 Until then, keep writing!
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At dVerse Grace is hosting Open Link Night – the night we choose a poem to post. dVerse Poets – OLN Photo: zmescience.com “And the dead tree gives no shelter.” T.S. Eliot The Old Casuarina I often pass the old casuarina,green tobrown to grey,soft to hardthe end of sap,juice of the livinggonedead,elemental washthe smooth soon enoughsplits and pits,what once coherednow shredded,a fibrous…
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