Blog hopping today with imaginary garden. In April we write a poem every day Get Listed: Poems In April Edition
Sanaa is prompting. Challenge: Choose one of the word groups[given] (using all four words) that fits best with the mood/theme/personality of your poem...
Blog hopping today with imaginary garden. In April we write a poem every day Write Here. Write Now.
Paul John Dear is prompting. Challenge: Write me a piece about being in the moment...
Blog hopping today with imaginary garden. In April we write a poem every day The Tuesday Platform ~ April Style
Kerry Oconnor is prompting. Challenge: Open mic with an OPTIONAL extra... the work of 20th Century artist, Wassily Kandinsky... to select an image and WRITE
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HAPPY MONDAY. You've heard about the Monday Blues ❧✿❧ well this is Monday WRites (musing on the definition here of rite, as any customary observance or practice eg the rite of afternoon tea).
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Blog hopping today with imaginary garden. In April we write a poem every day It's All Fun and Games
Prompted by Rommy and challenged: to write a poem that incorporates the idea of a child's game - board game or a physical game (tag, hide and seek, etc.).
Blog hopping today with imaginary garden. In April we write a poem every day Eres Tu
Prompted by Marian; Challenge: WATCH * LISTEN * BE INSPIRED * WRITE [Carla Morrison - Eres Tú [Video Oficial - given]
OF APPLES EATEN
Back then i was flesh of his flesh, and bone of his bones, so when he handed me that delicious, ripe, juicy apple, I bit into it, sinking my teeth into our despised future; whence i came to love him and hate him, yet was never complete without him.
Anger blazed in the fire of God's wrath, for him and me; we had eaten, and the naked truth was, we should not have; so helpless, were we, we tried to hide the taste of apple, camouflaged in fig leaves.
Who can hide from God? of course he saw us there cringing in our sorry disobedience, and being God, he clothed us in warmth of skins; a miracle we thought.
Blog hopping today with imaginary garden. In April we write a poem every day April 13 – 13 Is Poetry
Prompted by Magaly; Challenge: Today, I wish to read poems full of metaphors used to tell tales as mind-tickling as Sylvia’s bag of ambiguously green fruit. Choose 3 to 13 (nonconsecutive) words out of Setterfield’s quote[given] use them in a poem that is a deliberate celebration of metaphor