dVerse Poets Poetics

The style and form of your poem are up to you. I would just like you to be in your chosen element: run barefoot on the earth; fly through air; burn with fire; or swim in water.

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Refreshing summer breeze

Tearing autumn leaves from trees

Bending harvest grains in a dance

Going outside you take a chance

Gifting you a new hairstyle

Taking your breath running a mile

The wind is a tyrant or a blessing

When your plans it’s addressing

It’s always good to be aware

Winds start or stop anywhere

At once a hot day’s reprieve

Or icy cold on winter eves

Gentle or strong, soft or harsh

This airy element is in charge.

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Tuesday Poetics: The Four Elements

The Sunday Whirl

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It seemed we were locked in time. We all gathered outside when the power went out and all my friends and I could hear were echos of our own voices. It only lasted a few seconds, showing us (It’s power) and then it started to fade. It didn’t take us long to run back to our tents, shivering with fear. Someone else will be in charge of Senior Night next year!

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Simply Six Minutes

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He simply could easily find it. Knowing his reputation as the best cardiologist in the land, she relied on his judgment. Little did she know that he was a magic scientist. In order to diagnose a person’s condition, he would put the patient under a special spell and perform his magic. Of course, it was not truly acceptable and no one would believe it if they were even told, but as she lay there, fast asleep with heavy sedation, he found he could diagnose heart conditions easily. X-ray machines and anesthesiologist equipment and heavy big bright lights above had nothing to do with his diagnosis. He simply made a tiny incision, then shrank down, hopped inside, and got a very good look into a person’s heart. Thus solving the problem much more easily.

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Simply 6 Minutes – Welcome to the Challenge: 02/25/2025

W3 2-26-25

Violet’s prompt guidelines:

I chose C: “Sometimes I think being scared is half the fun.”

Groomed at eighteen

The wise might have seen

That seemingly a dream

Come true

Was only construed

For others’ means-

Pushed forward

For their future,

Not my reward.

Now I am realizing

My compromising

Looking back now it’s done

“Sometimes I think being scared is half the fun”

Or not.

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My apologies to Violet. I could not get my post formatted from copying yours. It is not easy to use blocks and WP doesn’t help.

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W3 Prompt #148: Wea’ve Written Weekly

Sammiscribbles Weekend Writing Prompt

The veteran stood looking at his medals, none even tarnished over these many years. The ribbons faded a bit, but the honor receiving them didn’t change. He imagined he could even fit his uniform since his body hadn’t changed much. His back hunched a bit using the cane; the war injuries never let him forget.

Weekend Writing Prompt #404 – Tarnish