Dew
Day 354 prompt: The Letter D (a haiku) dawn on the meadow dazzling diamonds of dew bedeck every blade
Day 354 prompt: The Letter D (a haiku) dawn on the meadow dazzling diamonds of dew bedeck every blade
Day 353 prompt: Slick your cologne takes me back to tenth grade chemistry and the smarmy junior who was failing the class again maybe because he spent all his lab time […]
Day 351 prompt: The Letter N (a haiku) nimble needle nods noodling Norma’s nifty novel narratives
Day 351 prompt: Home friends of mine have wanderlust longing for travel “not here” or bust I feel no need to journey or roam my favorite place on earth is home
Day 350 post: Unique Camera Angle questing for the perfect shot photographer drops down to a squat bestowing unusual scale and power with an upward view of a delicate flower
Day 349 prompt: Distant eyes fixed on nothing you notice me staring assume I am distant detached and uncaring what seems like desertion or sitting there blind is actually abundance of […]
Day 348 prompt: Abstract in the visual arts painters have latitude to merely suggest an idea no need for realism or true perspective or accurate depiction writers strive for more precision telling […]
Day 347 prompt: Ornament/Ornamental tree chosen purchased and wrangled into living room angled to seem straight rotated so fullest branches face out then ornamented with sparkly strands, suspended treasures and shiny […]
Day 346 prompt: Sandy Sandy. I wish this word conjured sun-soaked stretches of sparkling shoreline. But no. Sandy is not a beach. She’s a seventies version of a fifties teen. The […]
Day 345 prompt: Faces (a haiku) stunning reflection too many hopes, dreams, wishes to be so wrinkled
Day 344 prompt: Gold I love this guy who plays guitars beautiful curvaceous guitars warm and golden just leaning against our bedroom wall but even hotter in his artfully sensitive hands […]
Day 343 prompt: Seaside (a haiku) briefcase in the car suit pants rolled above bare feet lunch break at low tide
Day 342 prompt: Fasteners Hey you. Yes you. Your zipper’s down. Your shirt’s on outside in. I see you missed a button. Would you like a safety pin?
Day 341 prompt: Garden (a limerick) my garden has fifteen rows that interest a murder of crows they toppled my straw man and pooped on my tin pans those pesky birds […]
Day 340 prompt: Lightness some days worries and annoyances weigh so much lines and creases form under the grumpy weight that presses on my head but then some song or idea […]