The B in LGBT. A tragic poem. Happy Pride! 😛 ~+~+~+~+~+~ Jasmine.The scent fills my lungs as I remember her blouse so close. Our piano arms rested side by side on the bus seat belts nonexistent to restrain her Flat chest that balanced a Sharp arrow to shatter my White milk glass. Her dazzling smile…
Well, this was fun! I haven't rhymed this much in a very long time. Let's just say, I'm very grateful to my Rhyming Dictionary and Thesaurus of the Senses for bolstering my recall of words. I used an older idea I hadn't worked on yet, involving a metaphor for two people in my life. Poem…
A rough draft today—this may undergo some major editing in the future. Line lengths need trimming and repositioning, and I want to add more detailed descriptions. Today's prompt became the start of a new myth. I've long considered the life-and-death yin-yang nature of Iduna and Hel(a). There are no attestations that these two ever met.…
I decided not to do the prompt today. I just couldn't get into that headspace. I had writer's block most of the day until I found this tidbit in my notes: "Crab apples have long been associated with love and marriage. It was said that if you throw the pips into the fire while saying…
A short prayer for Idunn today. The example poem utilizes 10-15 syllables per line, though the prompt claims the form the author created to be 12 syllables per line. To be fair, the ending is consistent at 12 syllables. Either way, my poem keeps the lines tight at 10-11 syllables. His poem is technically three…
In a complete turnaround from yesterday, I am in love with today's prompt! A ghazal was the ideal form to repeat Idunn's name throughout, like a chant or a prayer. I can't believe I didn't think of it before. The length of 5-15 couplets meant I could easily make it 9, a Norse holy number.…
I am very uninspired today, between the rain and not feeling well and the prompt of a "self-portrait" poem. I just really, emphatically, did not care today. I barely followed the prompt. But I tried. And hey, it rhymes! The meter is very Sara Teasdale-influenced, if you aren't familiar or couldn't tell. She's a favorite.…
I cry to create sheen across our sun-dried love; thumbs collect down dew to rub Gallimimus bone broth on his fossilized legs. Photo by Marcus Lange on Pexels.com
I surrender, yes, tree sap hair to his black beard — my same slow loris venomous mammal, elbows at the ready: lick and spit. Photo by SONIC on Pexels.com Original Photo Prompt from https://www.thedodo.com/slow-loris-video-1604980747.html
I was lost in the light, vulnerable, easily hunted, nowhere to hide, unsafe, but you placed your hands over my eyes becoming soft sand to my ostrich fear. Our lips mesh at every hitched breath, shrinking lion panic to a mouse easily crushed by thick legs. Photo by Christophe B. on Pexels.com
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