The Bag Lady

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Step into the Lead

Hello, dVerse poets! It’s Merril writing to you from southern New Jersey with today’s prompt.

Today we’re going to give secondary characters a voice. Choose a character from a well-known story, myth, book, fairy tale, movie, play, or even song who is not the lead character. 

“Hans Brinker or The Silver Skates” is about a poor brother and sister who entered a race and the adventures surrounding it. Being one of my favorite books, written by Mary Mapes Dodge in 1865, I happened to be fascinated by the country’s landscapes, flowers and windmills. I also had frozen brooks to race down thinking I was Gretel! Great things awaited her and her family.

**not exactly an answer to the prompt but it did bring back beautiful memories to me.

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Poetics: Step into the Lead

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https://rallentanda.blogspot.com/2026/11/senryu-sunday-november-8th.html?m=1

She thought of it seemingly every second of all of her days, months and years! Once was all it took and the feel of his lips on hers – who would think that would remain for weeks, even a decade! But here she is, staring at him over their morning coffee, together, three children later, and time seemed to stand still. Auld Lang Syne was playing on the radio. She took his hand and then kissed him the way he kissed her the first time. Then sitting back down, raised her coffee cup and said “on to a new century, Joe!” Joe just looked at her adoringly.

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MLMM Monday Wordle #502

Jennifer loved cooking with sage

Had done so since ten years of age

But her stew turned sour

For a late dinner hour

She threw it out in a wild rage

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Laughing Along With A Limerick

Sharing Your World 9th November 2026

First a “Thank You!” to your dad!🤗🇺🇸

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some are called heroes

and some are never the same

traveled to give all

families joyful then mourn

for an upside down promise

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#TankaTuesday Poetry Challenge No. 90, Honor Our Heroes – 11/10/26

“I may not be able to remember much anymore, but I do remember what a terrible day that was,” the old woman said in a raspy voice. She sat in her white wicker rocker, the paint cracked and peeled. “It was a Friday so I had the entire weekend to worry till I heard from them the next week. All of them, can you imagine? Off to the city to sign up. All of my four sons were signed up to serve, and not even the same place, Army, Navy…. And no cell phones, no computer devices, just letters, and sometimes they didn’t get through for weeks! Veteran’s Day is a memorial to my sons who all came home, injured in different ways, but home safe!”

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Fandango’s Story Starter #272

His realm of wicked words swirled around her body, the bay’s water hitting her hard, and the bridge she was standing on started to wither from the winds. The warlock’s spell caused a strange cluster of clouds to rise around her legs and her hands seemed stuck to the bridge railing. Her temples still throbbed from the warlock’s warning that he would never stop, never let her be free from his world.

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Wordle 782

greenery

a verdant beauty

natural

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delicate feather

spectacular designed gift

the hand holding fern

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SenHai Saturday #72