Trust, Acrostic, Internal Rhyme Disdain drips from your lips like a summer rain. I feel the steely bite of your casual refrain, Secure in the storm of my emotional pain, while Tears slip slowly falling down – I cannot explain. Random words meant to cause no harm, Useless insults brandished… Continue reading
Trust, Acrostic, Internal Rhyme Disdain drips from your lips like a summer rain. I feel the steely bite of your casual refrain, Secure in the storm of my emotional pain, while Tears slip slowly falling down – I cannot explain. Random words meant to cause no harm, Useless insults brandished… Continue reading
Today in Writing 101, write a post with roots in a real-world conversation. For a twist, include foreshadowing. I opened the envelope in my hands glancing at the return address as I ripped it open. Schultz & Kirkpatrick, P.C. it read. A lawyer, I thought to myself. From Milwaukee, Wisconsin,… Continue reading
Words of Wisdom for this Friday afternoon. Thanks for the visit. It’s great to see you again! Silver Threading Continue reading
Thanks, Smitha. Glad you’re here! ❤️
Thanks, Margaret. 😍
A pain is exactly right.
Oh dear. A suitably uncomfortable offering. 99 words that pack a punch.
Right. I'm on the case. Thanks.
August Specific Form: Yvette
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Crafting Syllabic Poetry is my Ikigari 💜
One day, I stumbled across the Japanese word Ikigari. After some research, I discovered iki means life. In Japanese, Gai means worth or value. When these words combine, they form the definition of ikigari, which is life’s worth. It’s often translated or interpreted as a reason for getting up in the morning. So, yes, writing syllabic poetry is my ikigari.
I also believe writing syllabic poetry strengthens our writing skills. When we create poetry, we gain command of language; cultivate a healthy vocabulary, master literary devices such as metaphor, simile, alliteration, hyperbole, and allegory. We learn to work in imagery. We connect with our ikigari.
When I’m not writing poetry or crafting short stories, you’ll find me digging in my garden, or playing with my two unicorn cats, Chloe & Sophie. I live in East Lansing, Michigan with my husband—my soul mate. Most days you can find me writing poetry on wordcraftpoetry.com. 💜
Trump apparently leaked the warrant to Breitbart. The DOJ had sought to redact or shield the names of agents involved. Trump took no caution. The Breitbart article has names of agents, which obviously puts a target on their back. Reprehensible. Trump needs to be stopped. Enough.
@w_gourdine When I was a child, I had an imaginary friend called Luke. He taught me magic and kept me safe from the dark things.
When I was 16, my mother sent me to a hospital to convince me that Luke was not real.
Ten years later ‘Luke’ came back for me.
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Summer cried once
it realized its
energy
was
depleting,
empty beaches,
sand castles whisked
away in the
wind,
children
no longer
running amuck,
amusement park signs
'closed til next season,'
#eventides
calling
it a night
in preparation for Fall's arrival
#vssdaily
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