“Dial it down!” Judy’s dad was irate. Judy was also mad in the confrontation, and at the end of her rope. The school protest she led was for the entire community, not just the kids at school. Her dad, the principal, was getting out of hand, denying access to the school after hours. There was no other venue for the high school age students to congregate, except in gang centered areas.
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It’s Thursday’s Six Sentence Story Link Up!
For today’s prompt I would like to challenge you to write a poem based on a dream or a tidbit of a dream. If you can’t remember a dream, use your imagination to pen a poem about dreams. Another option is to use one of the lines from one of the above poems as a springboard. There is no form or length requirement. Let’s create a dream song or poem, an anthem from the beat of our hearts. What message would you like to send out into the world?
New to dVerse? Here’s how to join in:
Write a poem in response to the challenge.Post your poem on your blog and link back to this post. Enter your name and the link to your post by clicking Mr. Linky below (remember to check the little box to accept the use/privacy policy). Read and comment on your fellow poets’ work –- there’s so much to derive from reading each other’s writing: new inspiration, new ideas, new friends.
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Rarely do I dream at night
I try to keep memories bright
Sometimes a dream causes stress
Comes regret about some mess
I might have caused or watched
Unfold and realized I botched.
Sometimes a dream my mind decides to choose
In the night, are ones where I lose
Perspective, for when darkness surrounds
Sadness comes in, in bounds.
Tears start to flow, can’t get back to sleep
I think bad memories in dreams I keep
So not to visit them in the light
Dreamtimes keep them out of sight
Until the candle has doused it’s flame
And trying to rest a nightly game.
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Poetics: Dreaming up a Poem
Skipping rocks on pristine water, wading in to retrieve a branch, learning to swim in an ice cold stream, puddles to splash in, all memories of childhood that evoke different memories.
summer with water
quiet rain softens my path
feels cool on my toes
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W3 Prompt #119: Wea’ve Written Weekly
One-Liner Wednesday – Twice the bang for the buck
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Your three words today are: SINGE BURNT ASHEN
Three Things Challenge #M778
autumn deepens
heavy morning fog
cool breezes
night relief
dog days of summer lessen
cicadas quiet
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24 Seasons Syllabic Poetry Challenge, No. 46, 8/6/24, Part I, The Beginning of Autumn (August 7 – 21) Risshu 立秋
My words are short, not always sweet. I usually say what I think or am worried about, and be honest. I love nature and the poem prompts and some visual prompts inspire me. Some bloggers post imaginative images which I love. I may use an occasional distasteful word, but that’s mild compared to what I am really thinking, especially if politics are involved. I apologize for flooding my posts with Trump, and I am admittedly biased against him and everything he’s trying to do and has done. But this isn’t the time for that. Twelve sentences is quite a lot, now that I’m writing it🙄. I try to make my posts short because I think more people will read them. This blog site is not a book and I can’t ever see myself attempting to write one. Kudos to all of you and congratulations on accomplishing that task. Writing twelve sentences was my task today…😀
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Writer’s Workshop Prompts for August 8, 2024
Politics around the world
That’s a subject that unfurls
A lot of hate, not much love
Causing people to fight and shove.
Mostly a huge jar of jerks
Always voicing hateful words
Trying to divide us all
Causing freedom to forestall
Then violence occurs.
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Quadrille #205 – A Jar Full of Poems
The Bag Lady 
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