Esther’s Writing Prompt

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I wish I was magic

A wand, please

I’ll wave it right over

End strife with ease

I need the magic

To end this tragic

Nonsensical warring

“King’s” ego is starring

His moves are onkus

With sycophant congress

I need the magic

I need the wand

To get rid of the blonds

With “presidential” bonds

I wish I was magic.

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Writing Prompts

Simply Six Minutes

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Stan rocked back and forth on the old swing, a board with chains, brought his mind to the 1960s when he was in love with Claire. First love for both of them and continued till college days when they were separated by distance. He hadn’t seen Claire for years, but swinging here on “their spot”, nostalgia overcame him.

Stan turned to his left and there she was, the perfect vision he always remembered. Her bright eyes and flowing curls exactly as he first saw her years ago. Claire didn’t answer as he questioned her sudden appearance. She had passed away from a car accident age 32. Such a waste he thought at the time and felt sorrow for her small family. When a tear started to form, he glanced at the ocean and then back to her and of course she was gone.

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Simply 6 Minutes – Welcome to the Challenge: 03/17/2026

dVerse Poets

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You think it might be just “Irish luck“

Getting your car out of spring muddy muck

In truth, it’s only a saying old

Miners used it searching for gold

Term of disdain in olden times

Now it’s the opposite sometimes

I’ve used it in the old way

Thinking since when are the Irish lucky, anyway?

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The meaning behind “The Luck of the Irish”

In 2026, St. Patrick’s Day falls on Tuesday, March 17. “The Luck of the Irish” is a saying you’ve likely heard time and time again, especially around St. Patrick’s Day or in reference to sports teams such as the Boston Celtics or Notre Dame. Many assume the phrase suggests the extreme good fortune of the Irish people. However, the original meaning of this so-called “Irish phrase” had a different connotation.

The term “Luck of the Irish” might not be Irish after all

According to Edward T. O’Donnell, an Associate Professor of History at Holy Cross College and author of 1001 Things Everyone Should Know About Irish American History, the term is not actually Irish in origin.

The word luck itself is Middle Dutch in origin, according to Mental Floss. It derives from ‘luc,’ a shortened form of ‘gheluc,’ meaning “happiness, good fortune.”

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Poetics Tuesday — Irish Blessings

SYW 3-16-26

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Here are this week’s questions:

1. Do you wear glasses, and if so, can you remember your first pair? Yes, I was mortified, at age 12! My doc said only wear them when you need to such as reading the board in school. However the teacher insisted I wear them all the time.


2. If you were a precious stone, what would best describe you? Emerald


3. At home, do you wear slippers, slipper socks or walk around in bare feet?Im in a wheelchair and don’t walk. I’m still recovering from a heel injury and can’t wear shoes on that foot, so heavy socks with grips on bottom are a necessity.


4. How many pillows do you sleep with at night?One.

Gratitude:I’m grateful my family stayed safe during these horrible wind storms. My oldest grandson and his wife are first responders. Now the wind has subsided some and we have ice and temps of 15F.🥶

Share Your World 16th March

dVerse Poets

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The Saturday Solutions group met as they did every weekend, hopefully bringing new ideas to solve current social problems in their area. The neighborhood was lovely in its yesteryears, but now crumbling, literally, and housing was becoming dangerous. This young group of social reformers attempted to remedy problems in the neighborhood. The main problems they encountered involved funds to make improvements, but they were insistent and found some businesses that complied with their requests. Attempts to involve government funds were constantly denied. One of the older residents of the building in question remarked, “It all belies our existence; we wait, and are still denied.”

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Prosery: Winter Lull