#dVersePoetsPub
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It’s Quadrille Monday over at the dVerse Poets Pub! Today’s task is to create a poem of 44 words using the word, fill. It was mid-July when I saw you for the first time. Stars dazzle the midnight sky but quickly fade compared to the stars in my eyes. Your voice like warm scotch:
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Today the dVerse Poets Pub has tasked us with pouring a powerful spirit poem cocktail. Or go ghostie with it. Get into the spirit of the holidays. Is your muse a restless spirit? Write about it! Use it as an adjective: spiritual, or spirited (lively, full of energy). Spirit can even be a verb: to
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It’s Quadrille Monday over at the dVerse Poets Pub! This time our writing prompt is some form of the word crack. ℵ Almost never a sliver of sunlight cracks through the brick-like layer of eternal gloom. For a nanosecond, I convince myself that you are at work or the hardware store. The accident never happened;
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This time when he proposed, the answer was no. No courthouse wedding and honeymoon in Mexico; no house in the suburbs, no little girl with dark, curly hair. And so, my homeless soul hovered elsewhere and waited to be wanted.
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From where does the thundercloud come with its black sacks of tears?~ Neruda’s ‘The Book of Questions’ (El libro de las preguntas). Wild broken-hearted tears of lovers lost or never found in the first place. Tears of anger, disappointment frustration and loneliness — desperate tears offered up to Heaven when all else failed — tears
Ergo, the Ogre 