When you've gone under
a thousand bridges,
and never come across
a Troll...
You have to wonder
whether the Troll is you.
Under a Thousand Bridges [Free Verse]
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Bright Autumn [Free Verse]
I want a bright Autumn --
brisk & clear.
I want a colorful Fall,
not one in which cold gray
blanches all brilliant shades.
I want a windy Autumn:
full of movement that
swirls & lifts anything
that's light enough.
I want an Autumn that
draws people outside,
not one that pens them.
I don't mind a bite of cold
as long as I can see white
clouds float through blue skies.
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PROMPT: Best Compliment
“I wouldn’t have done it that way, but that method has your name written all over it.”
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Deceased [Free Verse]
clouds drift over
the cemetery -
unseen by all those
upturned eyes.
What a glorious day
to be deceased!
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Stalker [Kyōka]
stealthy raccoon
stalks up on trashcans -
as lion to gazelle.
having reached its target,
sends lid clattering down.
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DAILY PHOTO: Rusty Bridge
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Cold Bayou [Haiku]
gators sleep:
buried in muddy banks;
a lonely bird flies.
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PROMPT: Cross-Country
Daily writing prompt
You’re going on a cross-country trip. Airplane, train, bus, car, or bike?
Could be any or all of the above, plus camel, foot, or snowmobile — depending on the country, of course.
I can’t say how I’d take a cross-country trip without knowing which country it is that I’m crossing. Vatican City frowns on you driving a bus through it, Russia is too long to do entirely on cross-country skis, and one can’t transit Bolivia in a ferry.
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Classing It Up [Lyric Poem]
One can't class up a Porta Potty
With French or fancy works of art.
For each is like a ghetto squatty
Where one fears to sit... or even fart.
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Locus [Common Meter]
One clump of flowers has the power
To lure the eye’s focus.
The background blurs as mind infers
Which hue shall be the locus.
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