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murisopsis.wordpress.com | ||
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lesleyscoble.com
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| | | | | The narrator reflects on a poignant childhood memory when heavy rain during a theatre performance sounded like applause. This memory has left a lasting impact. The prompt inspired a nostalgic and joyous recollection in a tanka prose poem. Which highlights the powerful influence of childhood experiences. | |
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poemsbysidra.wordpress.com
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| | | | | My room. Your room. My car. Your car. Your mother's car. Several parking lots, and an intersection on Bristol. | |
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kblog.blog
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| | | | | What ritual existsthat will not disruptthe remains of youthat I have woveninto my yesterdays? I will dig no grave,build no altar to death. I have misplacedtoo many memoriesinside a mythical boxthat I can neverseem to find. But every once in awhileI hear you call my name-- a stranger now, a ghostthat recollects who I was--someone... | |
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skepticskaddish.com
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| | | Intro Dear friends, Welcome to our W3 Poetry Prompt, which goes live on Wednesdays at The Skeptic's Kaddish. You may click here for a fuller explanation of W3; but here's the 'tldr' version: Part I The main ingredient of W3 is a weekly poem written by a Poet of the Week (PoW), which participants read... | ||
