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 A poem a day keeps the cobwebs off my keyboard. |
| A place for the poetry that I will need to write now that I made a special book for it. |
| I search for inspiration in the sky, but it looks as tired as I, no fierce dragons or angels overhead, ragged and torn the clouds are spread. The parched grass is serrated lances, twixt belt and shirtwaist it spitefully dances, as I lie here in this lifeless field. The flowers withered, only seeds now yield. The hapless bee drawn by a false sun, doesn’t know his season is done. He has scarce begun to hum, before the cool of evening will come. The trees prepare to say goodbye, for songbirds and leaves soon will fly. Task Prompt: Write a poem focused on any season using only sensory details (sight, sound, smell, touch, taste). |
| When it comes to toddlerspeak it’s all Greek to me Substituted consonants vowels bent “I am fwee” (does that mean three or does that mean free?) Who understands the toddler lexicon? it’s only Mom and we Simply smile and say yes to toddlersaurus rex Prize Prompt: The thing that sounds most like a secret code but isn’t. |
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