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Haibun Monday-d’Verse Poets Pub- Sharing a Song

Susan St.Pierre16 Comments

  • Write a haibun about a special moment in September and post it on your blog.
  • Click on Mr. Linky below to add your name and direct url to your work.
  • Add a link for dVerse on your page so others can find us as well.
  • Visit other poets on the list to read their poems and comment.
  • Visit our virtual pub and say hello.
  • Have fun!


The most memorable songs that I learned in grade school were about Autumn. I’ve taught my favorite ones to my granddaughters and just this last weekend, a cool breeze accompanied by the sound of migrating geese made us break into song.
“Autumn leaves falling and Autumn birds calling. Nippy cool weather for flying South together.
Leaves of warm orange and leaves of golden yellow, cover the hillsides with colors soft and mellow.”
I cannot find this 1960s children’s song anywhere on the internet. How delightful that I was able to pass it along!

Beyond September
Nature will hearten seedlings
Topped by tattered leaves

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As an afterthought, I looked for an old video of my oldest granddaughter singing our song. I found it!
She was four in the video… just this month she just turned 17. Follow my Facebook link to hear it.
https://www.facebook.com/susan.st.pierre.50/videos/177162813827

https://dversepoets.com/2022/09/26/haibun-monday-september-song/

Poetics: Spicing it Up- d’Verse- Savoring the Sunset

Susan St.Pierre25 Comments

Here’s what to do:
*Write a poem (in any form) in response to the challenge: to pick three or more words from the spice list above to use in your poem.



On a paprika and saffron sky
Subdued by vanilla clouds
We bid the zest of day good-bye
On a paprika and saffron sky.
Time to savor a lush lullaby
Dispersed are imposing crowds
On a paprika and saffron sky
Subdued by vanilla clouds.

https://dversepoets.com/2022/09/20/poetics-spicing-it-up/

d’Verse Quadrille #160 Poems that pack a Punch~ Such a Joke

Susan St.Pierre11 Comments

…make sure your piece contains some form of the word punch and comes in at exactly 44 words total.


He loved correcting grammar
His eyebrows always shocked
And never missed a second
Resetting every clock.

More worthy than the next man
Such a perfect man
Oblivious to rolling eyes
Himself his only fan

He’d never ‘get’ the punchline
‘Cuz Aaron IS the joke.

44-words

https://dversepoets.com/2022/09/19/quadrille-160-poems-that-pack-a-punch/

Ronovan Writes Sijo Wednesday- Autumn Soars In

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Prompt word: soar

You should use the word in the title of this post as your inspiration as either a theme of the Sijo or in the poem itself.

There are:

  • Three Lines
  • 14-16 syllables per line
  • A total of 44-46 syllables for the entire poem.



When August runs out of days, a breathless gap forms a vacuum.
Purpose soars on Autumn breezes rushing in to fill the void
And a new season fills us with a crisp new design.

https://ronovanwrites.com/2022/09/14/ronovan-writes-sijo-wednesday-poetry-challenge-27-use-soar-as-your-inspiration-this-week/

The strange houses of Lee Madgwick-d’Verse prompt- Refuge: A Triolet

Susan St.Pierre26 Comments

I first came across Lee’s work on Twitter – @LeeMadgwick – and was struck by his surreal landscapes, and those enigmatic buildings. I immediately wanted to share them with you guys, and see what poetry came out of them, and Lee was kind enough to give me permission to do that. Please stick with these images, as these are the ones we have permission for – but if you want to see more of Lee’s (amazing) work, you can find him at leemadgwick.co.uk.

So it’s very simple tonight – choose an image, and write a poem inspired by it. Please credit Lee, and please link back to this post, and to good old Mr Linky. And don’t forget to read and comment on other people’s poems.

Image credit  leemadgwick.co.uk.

Refuge

Shadows forge a crown of light
Combating joys and sorrows meet
Enchanted doves in easy flight
Shadows forge a crown of light
Sheltered moments free from plight
Exposing anguish to defeat
Shadows forge a crown of light
Combating joys and sorrows meet
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Triolet Form

https://dversepoets.com/2022/09/13/the-strange-houses-of-lee-madgwick/


Tanka Tuesday #Poetry Challenge- Clarity Awakens

Susan St.Pierre14 Comments

The Shadorma consists of a six-line stanza (or sestet). Each stanza is written as 3-5-3-3-7-5 for a total of 26 syllables with no set rhyme scheme. When writing a Shadorma, I would concentrate on a specific subject. Shadorma need a title.

This is a lovely form to write. There is no set rhyme scheme, but I’ve read some great shadorma poetry featuring end rhymes. Have fun and be creative.

Clarity Awakens

Pinch me, please.
This nightmare must end.
Clarity
Stalks the sane.
Brainwashed masses rule our fate
Lest we awaken.


https://wordcraftpoetry.com/2022/09/13/tankatuesday-poetry-challenge-no-289-9-13-22-specificform-shadorma/

d’Verse Prosery: When it comes to Katherine Riegel- Beyond Balance

Susan St.Pierre24 Comments

Here’s how to take part in the Prosery Prompt:

  • Write a piece of flash fiction or other prose up of up to or exactly 144 words,
  • Including the given line from the poem.
  • Post your Prosery piece on your blog and link back to this post.
  • Place the link to your actual post (not your blog url) on the Mister Linky page.
  • Don’t forget to check the little box to accept use/privacy policy.
  • Please visit other blogs and comment on their posts!

This evening I would like you to write a Prose piece which includes the line:

“I’d like, too, to plant the sweet alyssum that smells like honey and peace.” from the poem, “What I would like to grow in my Garden.”


“Total all-encompassing darkness even though the midday sun burns my face!”

Brian paused as he processed those opposing disorienting sensations.
But as he crossed his legs and sat, he could smell the rich microbial communities in his newly tilled garden soil and felt balance return.

The wartime sacrifice of his sight wasn’t going to rob him of living fully. At that moment, he realized perhaps more fully than he’d ever known.

His father had dug a donut-shape and seated Brian on sod in the center with a trowel and 2 pre-selected seed packages.

Brian wanted sturdy sunflowers so their growth could be witnessed by his flesh as cool shadows, yet his fingertips would not bend them.

His other request was for aroma.

His Dad shed silent tears when Brian proclaimed, “I’d like, too, to plant the sweet alyssum that smells like honey and peace.” 

144-words
https://dversepoets.com/2022/09/12/prosery-when-it-comes-to-katherine-riegel/