Newborn
Day 13 prompt: pampered (a cincquain) Newborn So well tended Tummy filled, tush pampered Small, irresistible person True love A cinquain has five lines. The pattern is this: […]
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Just dessert
Day 12 prompt: dessert My good friend Sunny Eats kinda funny: Milk chocolate chips Over sirloin strip, Marshmallow treats On roasted beets, Giant Cool Whip globs On broccoli raab, Maple […]
If people wore labels
Day 11 prompt: fragile What if people wore labels According to mood Like the big inky stamps Some parcels include? Fragile Would you be the […]
Unseasonable
Day 10 prompt: winter (a haiku) Queer January No parka, boots or rock salt Who shanghai’d Jack Frost?
Farm girl
Day 9 prompt: on a farm (a nonnet) As Dad’s tractor hums in the cornfield Last born, too green to tend the crops, Sprawls out under maple shade Grazing on […]
How gauche
Day 8 prompt: white (a limerick) I bought a grand gown for Columbus Day My southern belle mom calls it gauche display Not for sequins galore Nor the hem to […]
Fill me up
Day 7 prompt: burgundy Looking almost past me Well-dressed attendant Motions me up And out Of well-worn bench Barely making eye contact […]
Anxiety to Calm (a diamante poem)
Day 6 prompt: calm anxiety tight . breathless clenching . pressing . stewing clutter . victim … mercy . clarity releasing . breathing . trusting open . light calm
A Reader’s Story
Day 5 prompt: warped Summer’s best fiction Drenched In mid-day sun Prescription sunglasses Tame tiny black characters On bright white paper I am silent Enveloped by words Pages piling left […]
Intended
Day 4 prompt: small (haiku) downsized gown grips small anxious frame. swallow hard. step. must not disappoint.
Gray Valentines
Day 3 prompt: Valentine’s Day Teacher Valentine’s Day Two weeks away Bring cards for all Just something small […]
Details
Day 2 prompt: in the details They say “Don’t sweat the small stuff” I say feel the heat Like a chef over a steaming pot Whose petite pinch of salt […]
Facing Punctuation
Day 1 prompt: something about you As your mouth crowds Toward your right ear One deep dimple pools Into a period Maybe end of discussion More […]
Beth Nyland 