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 A log of the magnificent journey across the vast sea of my imagination. |
 A log of our magnificent journey. 
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| We all want peace, or so we say, but peace is an elusive prize, here today, gone tomorrow, like a gaggle of migrating geese, leaving naught but sorrow. Dictators have no regard for peace when it comes to expanding their control. Tranquility is shattered when a crazy man opens fire on a prayer meeting at church. A quiet drive to work turns deadly when a reckless driver triggers a case of road rage. Here's wishing you peace in your travels, until it unravels, again. Notes ▶︎ |
| As I ponder what to write about next, the blank page stares beck at me, taunting me to concoct. Notes on the Kimo form of poetry ▶︎ |
| The sun always shines in her eyes and lights the path to paradise that we create. The joyful sparkle in her voice triggers a desire to rejoice and seal my fate. The tender caress of her hand kindles a flame that feels so grand to motivate. The cheerful allure of her smile as I watch her walk down the aisle to be my mate. 12 lines |
| Factory workers produce vast array, throughout the long and tedious day, of various types of merchandise to suit the artist's unique display. Truck drivers deliver supplies to support creative enterprise, hustling to earn their daily pay and overcome issues that may arise. Artists also work hard on their art, but theirs is labour to fill the heart. Notes on the Interlocking Rubaiyat form of poetry ▶︎ |
Adrift in a fluid state of lofty expectations, swells of disappointment and doubt relentlessly wipe out the spirit on our timeless quest for meaning in a meaningless world. Concordia withholds her blessing until comprehension is unfurled and the bounty of understanding allows our uniqueness to be heard with a flash of relief. Embrace the gift of imagination and shoot the tube, dancing with the ocean of poetry. |
| Azaleas blossom in the spring, Producing flood of vibrant hues. Rain provides manna to help them grow, Inspiring poet with dazzling views-- Lavender explodes and robins sing. Soggy days help make words flow, Hunkered down in writing space, Occupied with minute details, Watching the rain do its thing, Embellished with creative gales, Racking his brain in linguistic chase So readers' confidence will grow. 12 lines |
| A long-awaited moment at first sight after birth, when hopes and dreams become reality. A very happy moment at first sound after birth, confirming life rages in newborn child. One more life on this earth brings tears of joy. |
The chirp of robin's chicks in blossoming dogwood tree outside my bedroom window gets my brain percolating, like coffee brewing in the kitchen. |
| Our WDC family members devote their time to helping other writers learn and grow. We all join in the craft of making words paint sensory images with sound effects to capture the essence of life's wonders. Blood, sweat, and tears pour onto pages so readers can soak it all up. Notes on the Kwansaba form of poetry ▶︎ |
Poets think they're so smart. The horror of it all when words do not come so easy. Blank page. Notes on the Cinquain form of poetry ▶︎ |
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