Todays prompt was to attempt a translation of a poem written in a language of which I am unfamiliar. The following verses were written by my Facebook friend Yet Klare. The language is Dutch. My translation is on the right. Yet posted a photo of a bird on her blog site  (That clued me in somewhat…)  vandaag een specht…

Prompt: today, “I challenge you to write a poem for children” For Taylor, my 3-year-old great-grandson, upon the birth of baby Xander.   Today was a day that was like no other Cause somebody came and he was my brother He’s pink and he’s squishy,  wrinkled and round, Before he was born he made not a sound   But today when…

Prompt for the day- “today I challenge you to write a poem in the voice of a member of your family.” Hello there, my name is Isaac, I’m five-years-old and I’m a prize act, I love to shoot my plastic gun, And with my brothers, we  have fun!   I pretend when I’m outside, A lion comes and…

“Lazarus Jewel Box” is the name of a type of clam shell. Today’s prompt  inspired me to write about the loss of  a few items from an earlier time. I once had a shiny grey jewellry box It was filigreed all over with a windmill on top My dad was from Holland  so that may have been…

Today’s prompt was to compose  a ruba’i :  a four-line stanza, with a rhyme scheme of AABA We had eight children, my husband and me He fathered five and I mothered three We had our own when most others had grown And grandchildren were entering the scene.

Today’s prompt is to write a poem in which you very specifically describe something in terms of at least three of the five senses. Conjoined twin crescents yellow with brown freckles and dark brown splotches marring their phallic splendor. Spongy squishy bodies with age-stiffened stems clasped tightly together. Acerbic odor of  mature skin masks the mushy smell of overripe bananas  …

Day #16 Prompt: write a ten-line poem in which each line is a lie. My favorite food is Brussel sprouts, I’m tall and slim and there’s no doubt, My I.Q’s high and wide and deep, And I quote Shakespeare in my sleep. My hair is blonde and I’m a hottie, There are times when I am naughty, I’m almost thirty-one years…

Responsible drinking is presumptuous like controlled burning

I was listening to the radio An interview with mayors Of small Alberta cities With no worries and no cares   “We’ve pipelines in our pastures And pipelines  through our towns Enbridge  is our Santa Why’d Kitimat turn them down?”   “Those BC folks are newbies About what pipelines bring Jobs and warmth and comfort And almost everything.”   One thing was…

Three plastic deer situated Isolated, alienated Above the grassy slope Along the treeline I remember the day The real deer came Walking, gawking, stalking, Does were wary;  bucks tarrying New kids in the ‘hood… But after awhile Noticing their stability, Fragility, immobility They were left alone And then it snowed.   One day not so long ago We noticed plastic ears Above…