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It’s the last week of 2023 so let’s write a resolution poem. New Year’s resolutions are a tradition that goes back as long as we’ve had calendars so let’s participate even if you employ some poetic license. Post your list in the comments below.
This week let’s write a poem with the words capital, enjambment and mistletoe in it. This is another of those prompts where I (mostly) randomly choose three words from a list of the top 1000 words in the English language plus a few of my favorites. Post your poems in the comments below.
This week let’s write a list poem. A list poem is just a poem that lists things but in a poetic way, of course. A good holiday example is December 26 by Kenn Nesbitt. This time of year there are plenty of lists we work on, wish lists, shopping lists, naughty and nice lists. Post … Continue reading
This week let’s write a treaty poem. While treaties are agreements between nations, they could be metaphors for all sorts of interactions between people, plants, even landscapes. Ratify your poem then post it in the comments below.
This week let’s write a poem with the words court, rise and tax in it. This is another of those prompts where I randomly choose three words from a list of the top 1000 words in the English language plus a few of my favorites. Post your poems in the comments below. (These words are … Continue reading
This week let’s write a poem about being deaf. I’ve always thought I’d rather lose my sight than my hearing but I think it would be much more difficult for me to write poetry blind than deaf. I’m eager to “hear” your comments below.
This week let’s write a Halloween poem because tomorrow’s Halloween. Make the costumed beggars listen to your poem before you give them any candy. Share your work with others tonight at the Living Poetry Halloween Open Mic on Zoom and, of course, post your treat in the comments below.
This week let’s write an apple poem. When I lived in New England, this time of year, I’d be in the local orchard, picking my own fresh from the branch and leave with a peck and a couple of gallons of unpasteurized cider. I even miss the smell of them rotting on the ground. But … Continue reading
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