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Talk – A Writing Rehab Prompt Sonnet
Talk “Talk, tell me why you’re here. Will you just talk? Open that mouth of yours and talk, say some- thing, anything. Don’t just stand there mute, talk to me, spit out words about any thing…” Sarn stayed silent, kept the truth penned in where it couldn’t hurt him, prisoned behind teeth set ‘gainst speech, caging… Read more
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Breaking Free
Breaking Free Now, it needed to break out of its shell. Shatter the prismatic outer layer that attracted the noble fool who fell in lust with its luster. Purveyor of fine gems, he fancied the egg, mistook it for a faberge, but it’s the real thing. A dragon egg laid by an old crook, now sitting on a… Read more
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To Write and Roam: a Mobile Sonnet for WWWP5K
To Write and Roam Who uses a pen to notate when with a swipe of a finger, you make letters appear on your touch screen phone? No mere myth this handwriting, this scratching that fetters some writers, keeps them up deciphering their ink marks until night drains into day. I do not indulge in quill sharpening.… Read more
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Spring Send Off – A One Word Photo Challenge Sonnet
Spring Send Off Everywhere he looked spring had sprung green, gold and clear running streams no longer ice-choked. Nights still froze his balls off, but leave the wold he would to see Shayari ‘fore he croaked. Nothing tied him here now that his wife had gone. His children grown no longer wanted him around, an inconvenience he’d… Read more
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Avengers’ Masque – A Stomp Prompt Sonnet
Avengers’ Masque Her costume, a gown of fine wine, her mask set with pearls clasped to her face by ribbons woven into her tresses for the task of concealing sharp toothed combs. Those ribbons doubled as garrotes to choke betrayer’s throats if she could lure the king’s killers out to the veranda. Did the betrayer see circling near that his doom… Read more
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A Floral Haiku
Frost comes, flowers fade. Snow falls; winter blankets all. Primrose sprouts through snow. for today’s prompt for Writing with Jishnu: Flowers, Metaphor and haiku Read more
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The Scribe – A Prompt Sonnet
The Scribe: Miren The quill scratches, making marks that record the deeds of Sarn, his beloved brother, who can’t see his worth. That task never bores Miren as he sits writing of his brother by lumir light every night. How many words must spill on journal pages before he finds the spark for an epiphany? Every day his brother fetches food for orphans… Read more
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A Crown of Sonnets for Your Soul: A Stomp Prompt
A Crown of Sonnets for Your Soul (All the sonnets from the series in one handy place. You’re welcome.) Soul Walking A woman walks in slow time savoring the images the music paints upon her soul. On the band plays never knowing the joy they bring one young woman’s soul. Drawn to roam the graveyard, barefoot… Read more
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Souls Praying: Stomp Prompt Sonnet #7
Souls Praying “He who began the song with that one chord, didn’t sit enthroned. Raising Choruses of peace, so all could be of one accord, he sang, delivering new summonses, Weaving a song of forgiveness: atone now, he spoke to her, the woman who walked in slow time savoring the show. Her bones rest in… Read more
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A Dream Out of Reach – A Daily Post Sonnet #2
A Dream Out of Reach On the field of glory, his armor bright, the knight sat his white steed ready to ride. He extended his hand, asked if Sarn might: “Ride for truth. Ride for one and for all. Ride for justice and peace. Ride out now with me.” The sun gilded the knight, made… Read more
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