The Bag Lady

Wanted a dream, got a nightmare!

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Saturday Six Word Story Prompt (6WSP) #135 – May 3, 2025

The chairman of the museum said, “This book of memoirs is gobbledygook. It’s definitely not a sale item.”

Can You Tell A Story In…

Daily Post

They say that with age

Thinking turns more sage

But I have to disagree

At least pertaining to me

Sure I may be wiser

Think I’m an advisor

But memory I find

Is hardly kind.

Take these prompts for example

Their existence is ample

But I’m always behind

Or is it just my mind?

Seems very troubling

They seem to be doubling

Or is it just me

Early senility?

I use the term comically

But it’s anatomically

Correct, unfortunately

I am a senior, importunately

So bear with me please

Hope with age, it may ease.

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https://dailypost.wordpress.com/prompts/age/

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http://mymindmappings.com/2025/05/02/fandangos-flashback-friday-may-2nd/

The electricity in the room was due to the charm of the little man in the cradle. He was a gift they did not expect, but he forced the grief of months past to leave and become a hazy thought. The grandmother took her head scarf which had a list of chants and prayers printed on it; shaped around her neck and swaying, looking to the sky and knowing some secrets of life were revealed this day. Her mysterious cat rubbed on the grandmother’s legs and softly growled. The entire day and evening seemed a dream to her daughter, who always thought she would be denied a healthy baby.

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This was a tough combination of words😉

https://wordpress.com/reader/feeds/89850/posts/5647102408

“Picture it,” the old woman said. “Even with big clouds this night you can place the North Star.” Evelyn thought her grandmother a wise woman, but she couldn’t seem to see the wishing star. She had read about it, how fishermen could find their way if lost at sea, but she was not that knowledgeable. However, she could survey the night sky and write some clever poems about it.

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MLMM Monday Wordle #422

There once was an old man named Trump

His speeches belonged in a dump

Hosts wanted to push beep

So his hate words they could bleep

But they needed a bigger sump.

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Laughing Along With A Limerick

Your challenge is to write a poem that starts with a surprising hook, which can be one to three lines, but must develop into a fully-fledged poem. 

It can be on any of the topics in the Larkin poems I have given as examples: parents, a mower, a day in your life, trees; or a topic of your choice. The style and form of your poem are up to you. I would just like you to hook us on your opening lines (pun intended).

If you are new to dVerse and/or Poetics, here’s how to join in:

• Write a poem in response to the challenge;
• Enter a link directly to your poem and your name by clicking Mr Linky below;
• There you will find links to other poets, and more will join, so check back for their poems;
• Read and comment on other poets’ work – we all come here to have our poems appreciated;
• Please link back to dVerse from your site/blog;
• Comment and participate in our discussion below, if you like. We are a friendly bunch of poets.
• Have fun.

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https://dversepoets.com/

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Fandango’s Story Starter #198

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Pick 3 #2: A 100-word story

shock in a mirror

anticipating more girth

scowls in measuring

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delighted “tummy”

maternity wear is loved

count every month

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worrisome labor

hours seem never ending

fearfulness sets in

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family gathers

babe instant adoration

grandparents gleeful

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#TankaTuesday Poetry Challenge, No. 10, Senryu Series, 4/29/2024