A Rare Visit

My response to dVerse poetry Pub Poetics: Listen to the Mockingbird Silvery light slipped through the blind Scratching at the edges of her mind A faded monochrome Distant dream of home   In the garden a thrush trilled its morning song Another bird began to sing along A different timbre and yet the same She sat […]

Who Knows Where?

My response to HBHATNAGAR Two Phrase Story #28 Hbhatnagar provides the first phrase and you complete the sentence and we see in how many different directions one thought can be taken. Today’s phrase: ‘A gentle zephyr blew…’ My attempt ‘…pollen of a thousand sunflowers across the landscape, to bloom who knows where.’ Image found on www.deviantart.com Your […]