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After a multi-year renovation project, the Folger will re-open this summer and visitors will find a brand new poem by Rita Dove inscribed on a berm, a “continuous border of marble that wraps around the West garden walkway. Our Poetics challenge is to write a poem, as Dove was commissioned to do, for a walled entrance that addresses and welcomes visitors into a space of your choosing.

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Entrance to a high school classroom:

Come in, all you fresh inquisitive minds, and free your imagination to accomplish your dreams.

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Poetics: It’s Written in Stone

Here’s how to take part in Prosery:
–   Write a piece of flash fiction of up to or exactly 144 words, including the given line in the order in which it has been given. You may add or change punctuation, but you may not add words in between the given ones.
–   Post your Prosery on your blog and link back to this post. I would like you to write a story that includes the following line(s) from the poem by British writer Helen Dunmore:

‘…city lilacs
release their sweet, wild perfume
then bow down, heavy with rain.’

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Halls of impropriety observe the sorrowful want of woman and man forever destined to remain in their station. Outside the corridors, city lilacs release their sweet, wild perfume then bow down, heavy with rain. There are no dampened flowering bushes in these halls, only despair. A scent of hope sometimes wafts by them with an odor of old regrets, desperate dreams and the everyday nightmare of waking up in a stuporous state. Not all dreams can be realized, especially in these city halls.

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Prosery: City Lilacs

MLMM Wordle #360

What do you see # 225- February 12, 2024

Share Your World 12th February

I have a pet peeve about dismissing presidents’ birthdays to obtain a three day weekend- to me it’s like Rodney Dangerfield: “I get no respect”. Maybe I’m, we’ll there’s no maybe about it, when it comes to this, I AM old school—give one of the greatest presidents ever some respect!

Lincoln’s Birthday is a legal, public holiday in some U.S. states, observed on the anniversary of Abraham Lincoln‘s birth on February 12, 1809, in Hodgenville (Hodgensville, Hodgen’s Mill), Kentucky.^[1] Connecticut,^[2] Illinois,^[3]Indiana,^[4] Michigan,^[5] Ohio,^[6] California,^[7]Missouri,^[8] and New York^[9] observe the holiday.

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“Former President Trump has reignited questions and international reactions about what he would do to U.S alliances as president. At a political rally in South Carolina, Trump said he would encourage Russia to “do whatever the hell they want” to “delinquent” countries in Europe that he believes aren’t spending enough on defense.”

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(This is from 2017:):

A lonely morning with a chill
Loneliness finds its way to ill
Why do you stay, refuse to leave
You’re always on my mind each day
Can’t rest my mind, and stay away
Your breath I feel, there’s no reprieve

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The early morning darkness stays
Sunshine hidden on cloudy days
As the mood when my day begins
Memories though unwanted, flood
How loving words would stir my blood
When we were entwined, skin to skin

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When sun refuses to come in
The memories will start to spin

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Sunday Confessionals : Sonnetics

Image by jorgophotography from Pixabay “Democracy means simply the bludgeoning of the people by the people for the people.” Oscar Wilde The Grand …

The Grand Illusion – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

“Okay, now you’ve done it! You’ve crossed the line, sweeeeet heart …oh yeah, you used to be a sweetheart…now I’d use a different adjective. Funny thing it also begins with an S. You tromp on people’s feelings without a care. It seems that beautiful pumping organ inside that beautiful chest just stopped working and dried up. What? No nasty comeback for me—you know, the words you use every day when and if you decide to talk to me?”

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Sunday’s Six Sentence Story Word Prompt!