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Kenia, in her Wednesday Challenge for Imaginary Garden with Real Toads, http://withrealtoads.blogspot.com/2011/11/kenias-wednesday-challenge_30.html, challenges us to write a metaphysical poem from one of the metaphysical questions linked in her posting. I chose question #48: Do humans involve immaterial souls? IMMATERIAL SOULS? … Continue reading

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The Sunday Whirl, http://sundaywhirl.wordpress.com/,  gave us an interesting mix for Wordle 29. I’ve written enough horror for a while, so I drew on history for this one, http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Albert_Woolson. Now, I feel so old. The words were: dappled, piercing, shell, air, … Continue reading

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Imaginary Gardens with real Toads, http://withrealtoads.blogspot.com/2011/10/da-iawn.html, asks us to write a cywydd llosgyrnog: a Welsh poem of any number of stanzas. Each stanza has a strict meter, containing two eight-syllable couplets and two seven-syllable interlacing rhymes on the third and … Continue reading

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The Sunday Whirl’s wordle #27, http://sundaywhirl.wordpress.com/2011/10/23/wordle-27/, contained the words: rusted-out, nods, beginning, glaze, stretched, ragged, straighten, rolling, bridges, clouds, blade, and drag. Because it’s so close to Halloween, I let my imagination run wild. SINGING ON MURKLE by Mike Patrick … Continue reading

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Janet, at Another Porch, http://anotherporch.blogspot.com/2011/09/tiny-breeze.html, went walkabout with her camera. She placed a collage of photos from her walk on her post. Clicking on the collage will enlarge it somewhat, enough to see the birth of this poem. GRAVEYARD by … Continue reading

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A combination of things came together today in order to create this poem. I’m reading a book, The Poetry Home Repair Manual, by Ted Kooser, and just finished a chapter where he asked a question on how important a role … Continue reading

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Did you every lose yourself in a prompt, or have one haunt you? The Friday picture prompt from Imaginary Garden with Real Toads http://withrealtoads.blogspot.com/2011/09/picture-prompt-friday.html, was one of those for me. I glanced at it on Friday after perusing a nautical … Continue reading

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Prompt #17 for Carry On Tuesday, http://carryontuesdayprompt.blogspot.com/, was to use all or part of “If I should die, think only this of me” (the first line of Rupert Brooks poem, The Soldier). I simply used it as the title of … Continue reading

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I’m a little slow getting this one posted. The View From the Side http://viewfromtheside.wordpress.com/2011/08/05/weekend-theme-32/  prompt #32 didn’t excite me when I first saw it. What can be more boring than “cardboard.” Only a couple of themes came to mind, and … Continue reading

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For me, the words in The Sunday Whirl’s, http://sundaywhirl.wordpress.com/, wordle 15 came alive. While reading them, I had a remarkably detailed visual image. Oh, how I wish I had the delicate writing talents of Harry Nicholson or Earlybird so I … Continue reading

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