dVerse Poets Prosery

Hello dVerse Poets! Today we’re writing prose instead of poetry. This is a dVerse prompt called Prosery. To participate, you take a line of poetry that I give you and insert it into your prose. I would prefer using a poetic line as inspiration, but that is not the prompt! So, do make certain you give attribution for the line and the poet.

For Prosery, your prose—fiction or nonfiction—may be up to 144 words, not including the title. Some people like to make it exactly 144 words, but that is not required. You must not alter the words, change the word order, or insert words into the line. However, you may change the punctuation.

Got it?
OK. So, here’s the line:

“The granites and schists
Of my dark and stubborn country.”

–Nan Shepherd, “The Hill Burns”
from In the Cairngorms (Edinburgh: The Moray Press, 1934)
https://www.scottishpoetrylibrary.org.uk/poem/hill-burns/

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Our history stands as a reminder of our weaknesses, promises gone awry, and dedication slipped into the granites and schists of my dark and stubborn country. Individual freedoms that were our lightness, our “rightness” are dwindling daily. Men with evil thoughts and deeds darken us every day. Their oily layers in these rocks seep out and stain our tenets of grace. We need to find the best of our original basic truths.

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Prosery: Dark and Stubborn Country

SYW 12-8-25


Here are this week’s questions:

1.  Have you ever been fishing? Yes. My folks would take me. Hated it.

2. What do you consider to be the bravest thing you’ve ever done? My first cancer surgery and the nurse putting in my first IV. My husband almost passed out, blood pouring on floor, seriously, worst attempts ever!

3. Would you rather:
curl up with a good book in front of an open fire, or
settle down with a tub of popcorn and watch a good movie with a friend. Any time spent with friends always best.

4. Have you ever owned tropical fish? Yes, big mistake.

Gratitude: My family’s concern for my wellbeing is tops this week.

Share Your World: 8th December

The Sunday Whirl

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The criminal tried to foster participation with his days of speechifying lies and still imagined he could change things. His warped mind would sink into a thicket of hate filled ideas. The latest sky high proposal was to build a fake bomb to threaten authorities. No influence by therapists or relatives could rinse away his evil thoughts. Since no prescribed medications were consumed by him, he finally ended up in jail.

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*A tough group of words😊

Wordle 734

Widow’s Holiday Lament

She answered the family’s queries

With “just peachy” as to how she felt

In spite of no red and green decorations

Her consciousness wouldn’t reveal indications

Of loneliness, her lack of spirit

Did not want them to hear it

For the turbulence would start

Even though it came from their hearts.

She wanted her independence

And not their constant attendance

But accepted their pleas

They decorated with ease

And her seasonal joy returned.

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FOWC With Fandango — Consciousness

RDP SATURDAY: TURBULENCE

Weekly Prompts Colour challenge – Red

spite

Just Peachy