black birds dot the sky
fly to warmer wetland homes
season changing hues
leafless tree limbs tangled
flowers show few petals now
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Moonwashed Weekly Prompt – Tangle
Moonwashed Prompt
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What Day is it Anyway?
A prompt from Linda @https://lindaghill.com
It’s Cold! That’s what, and of course windy because winter is coming…Traveling for Thanksgiving reminds me of the old song “over the river and through the woods”!
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Sound Garden
MLMM Wordle
Her heart was done, her luck run out, socializing over with, and she was beyond disappointed. As she passed by the club, music from Company C drifted out and she thought of how thrilled she was when on week six, her band had won the contest. Now since the war began, the variety was gone and military sentiment was popular again.
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MLMM Monday Wordle #399
Nature
golden leaves offset
darker hues of purple bark
how can we compete
natural beauty chosen
no painter can duplicate
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Crimson’s Creative Challenge #008
dVerse Poets Haibun Monday
New to dVerse? Here is what you do:
Write a science-fiction haibun.
Post it on your personal site/blog.
Include a link back to dVerse in your post.
Copy your link onto the Mr. Linky.
Remember to click the small checkbox about data protection.
Read and comment on some of your fellow poets’ work.
Like and leave a comment below if you choose to do so.
Have fun!
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Education 2026
Early morning routine involves fixing a small lunch bag holding quail egg sandwiches, apple slices, raisins, and flat pressed gummy made of soy and veggies. Purified water bottle is added for your student.
students’ day starting
prayer to some new unknown
redacted books class
history has been redone
science, math no longer taught
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**I wrote a tanka instead of haiku.
Haibun Monday 11-18-24: Sci-fi Haibun
Limerick Time
I’m not the one to hold a grudge
But Mike has eaten all the fudge
He is getting so fat
Nothing fits but his hat
After sitting, can’t even budge!
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Laughing Along With A Limerick
SYW 11-18-24
Here are this week’s questions:
1. What brings you the most comfort:
food, friends, a good movie, pets, a walk on the beach/in the park, something else. Being with my family such as this coming Sunday for a Thanksgiving get together is my most fun. Second would be a walk in the woods.
2. Most of us love our food. Is there something you like but know you shouldn’t have it? Of course, but I find craving something and then actually having it, such as French fries—it’s never as good as I thought it would be. But a piece of rhubarb pie? I’m in!
3. Do you prefer a garden of flowers or growing vegetables, or do you not have a garden? I had a few pots of flowers and one tomato plant on my patio this year. I enjoyed it.
4. Would you like to be rich, I mean REALLY rich? If I was really rich I would give my children and grandchildren homes of their choice, anything else they needed and then stock the food pantry in town, build homes for the disadvantaged and maintain a free medical clinic.
Gratitude: I am grateful I have a get together with friends tonight.✌🏻
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Running and Breathing Don’t Mix
Running and Breathing Don’t Mix
Their commitment means they “have the goods”
I must admit I tried it before, it was comical
My one time effort illogical
I wanted to impress my mate
Who jogged every calendar date
I didn’t want to jiggle along
My knees singing sad songs a while.
I decided to actually run the mile
One half mile to the main road
And half mile back to my home
I took off, heard my mate say no
You should be much more slow
But I ignored as I often do
Thinking I better knew
I was feeling great I had undergone
The mile and then collapsed on my lawn
As usual my mate was right
Laying on the grass it was a fight
To breathe.
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Monday Poetry Prompt: Difficulty, Reason, Run
The Sunday Whirl
The scents of a candle burning down stirred her sleep and Julie stretched out her arms, nudged Dickinson off the edge of her bed and surveyed the large space she called a bedroom. The old writer’s desk by the arched window shown an unrelenting pile of papers and dictionaries and Julie observed them with a sigh. It seemed the words would not come and the magic was gone. Maybe it was a sign, an end to her career writing novels. Dickinson rubbed against her, asking for a hug and Julie looked into the cat’s face. Could this friendly companion sense that Julie’s writing had become ordinary, not worth editing even? She grabbed her up and went back to bed.
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Wordle 681
The Bag Lady 
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