So let us put pen to paper tonight and write a Blessing Poem. May our words create ripples of light and hope in the pond of the world.
Here is how you can take part:
- Write a Blessing Poem on your blog and link your blog back here to dVerse.
- Submit your poem to the Mister Linky below. It will be open until MTB on Thursday.
- Read what other poets have linked and comment on their poems. We get to know each other better that way.
- Have fun.
I Would Tell You
I would tell you to always breathe deeply
Especially when stress wants to dominate
To remember that a moment’s anger
Can expand into unrecognizable proportions
That make apologies and forgiveness impossible.
#4 in Snooty and the Book Cover. Find the others here.
The Merced River ©Sascha Darlington
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#3 in Snooty and the Book Cover. Find the others here.
Set ’em Up Joe
Brittany asks the hostess if we can have a booth. I would have preferred a table, a nice big table with chairs a huge distance apart. Brittany scoots the blonde in first (I still haven’t learned his name) and then she slides in followed by the other young one, still also unidentified.
There is no way I’m sitting in between Steve and Clayton so I slide in first and then realize my mistake. I should have had them slide in before me. Who knew seating arrangements were so difficult? Continue reading
I never know how long these little “serials” will run, but I’ve decided to add a category anyway. This one is called Snooty and the Book Cover, for reasons you will discover. One you’ll discover in this installment; the next will probably give you the other. As always, I am more than open to hearing your thoughts and opinions. 🙂
cloud illusions I recall
Both Sides Now
We were at the “moons and Junes” phase where we danced, stared into each other’s eyes, and our heat coalesced. Passionate kisses lasted hours.
My first attempt at a six word story. Here it is with “terror” as the subject. If you want to join in. Follow this link.
Whisked from sleep. A floorboard creaks.
© Sascha Darlington
Do you know what it feels like to have
something curdle inside of you?
We have done a dance. Eyes meeting eyes. Smiles exchanged. I sang a tune, Pearl Jam to be exact. And he whistled, Soundgarden, to be exact.