This week let’s write a smooth poem. Taken literally or poetically, smooth is a great adjective to play with. Let’s have some fun and once you’ve taken care of the rough edges, post it in the comments below.
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Monday Poetry Prompt: Smooth
Living Poetry 
With the breaking of the rod
it was all over
minutes before we all went away
the box that held her form
lowered into the crypt
the cool stone floor
smooth
once again sat in silence
in one unending coda
of the final royal wave
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Posted by Chris Clarke | October 19, 2022, 10:34 PMA lovely tribute.
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Posted by Bartholomew Barker | October 20, 2022, 9:06 PMI called late that night
asked for the engineer by name
tense woman on the line
who are you
Calling from Goddard Space Flight Center
we have a thermal emergency
Can engineer come in?
Tension on the other end of the phone evaporates
Engineer came in couple of hours later
We worked late that night
and emerge triumphant as we resolve our thermal anomaly
I had never seen him
But at one point as we worked
he said to me “I remember you”
“I remember your voice
on the loop on launch day”
When we thought solar arrays did not deploy
you came on the loop – “we have power”
“I bet you say that to all the girls”, I laughed
“I’m not that smooth.” replied he, casting his face down
I do love engineers
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Posted by Second Act Blogger | September 30, 2022, 6:23 PMI love it!
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Posted by JeanMarie | October 1, 2022, 12:46 AMThanks! True I got a paper and a trip to Friedrickshofen, Germany out of that night
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Posted by Second Act Blogger | October 1, 2022, 9:16 AMGreat work! Poor engineers.
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Posted by Bartholomew Barker | October 1, 2022, 12:36 PMLikeLike
Posted by Bartholomew Barker | September 27, 2022, 9:06 PMThe Full Moon in Day
She said, whoever has not topped
the hill
has never seen the view.
the rolling land, shades of green
the smooth black road,
She has climbed to the halt,
then ascended another rise,
the hills still call
comfort and truest victory
Valleys once full of
racing thought and feasts
of kinship
honor gravity and lie halcyon
Beneath
the plenilune where white
shade becomes a close held light
encompassing its own shadow
Moon-haired and sun touched
she climbs and sees.
The eye is the glory God,
the mind’s vision reaches to infinity.
Beloved in every glass blade
you pass, wise,
to the why of all that is made,
you, strong to rise,
delicate for all you can find,
circle back, you entity.
New leaves make crowns for you.
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Posted by ts19page | September 26, 2022, 10:45 AMLove the “Moon-haired and sun touched” and the entire last stanza. Great work!
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Posted by Bartholomew Barker | September 26, 2022, 7:31 PMThanks Bartholomew!
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Posted by ts19page | September 26, 2022, 8:10 PMLove this prompt Bartholomew! 😊
http://gypsieswritingmusingsquotesgripes.com/2022/09/26/smooth-rain/
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Posted by Gypsie-Ami Offenbacher-Ferris | September 26, 2022, 8:53 AMLovely descriptions! I especially liked the “raindrops slide joyfully” and “clear Earth Mother’s milk”. Great job!
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Posted by Bartholomew Barker | September 26, 2022, 7:27 PMYou said, “You don’t sound like you’re listening.”
So I bought an album of smooth jazz, to let you know I haven’t hung up.
Para español, oprima ocho.
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Posted by Jonathan Byrd | September 26, 2022, 8:46 AMFunny! Thanks for the chuckle.
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Posted by JeanMarie | September 26, 2022, 4:16 PMHa! Nice job.
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Posted by Bartholomew Barker | September 26, 2022, 7:22 PM