Sonnet for Emily

Written for:  Imaginary Gardens With Real Toads  – The Tuesday Platform
The Tiger (William Blake)

Please link up and share a poem with us, and visit to read the writing of others.

How I admire your brief language poems,
eloquent words expressed as soft silk.
Rich gardens of verse from your Amherst home
where flowers flourished like a bold-toned quilt.

A love of creation in writing, science,
and keen observation of human frailties,
enjoined you to a life of self-reliance,
to question beliefs of matters most weighty.

You tired of trite parlor conversations
preferring letters exchanged with friends,
where viewpoints were discussed without oration.
Some called you reclusive; you did not bend.

Those painstaking hand-sewn books of mind and heart
live on, sustain us, as does all fine art.

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Seashell Ears

Written for:  The Twiglets #24, “delicate ears”

On her seashell shaped ears, the little girl wore tiny studs of ocean blue.

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A Puzzle

Written for:  Chèvrefeuille’s Gift to You to Celebrate our First Luster of Carpe Diem Haiku Kai #3 Haiku Puzzler

In this week’s “Chevrefeuille’s Gift To You To Celebrate Our First Luster Of Carpe Diem Haiku Kai” I have “invented” a new special feature. I have called it “Haiku Puzzler”. The goal is to re-create the scrambled haiku of three haiku poets, but to make it somewhat more difficult, I have used four scrambled haiku.

Below you find an image in which you can find all the lines of these three haiku. To find the three haiku you get three hints:

1. This haiku poet brought haiku into the 20th century by mentioning a modern invention.

2. This haiku is renown all over the globe.

3. At the end of the life of a haiku poet the custom was to write a Jisei (death-poem). This is the jisei of a famous female poet.

To make the “haiku puzzler” complete you have to submit the three found haiku including the name of the haiku poet.

puzzle haiku

I am only sure of my first one!

an old pond
frog jumps into
the sound of water ~Basho

having gazed at the moon
I depart from this life
with a blessing ~Jane Reichhold

smoke whirls after
the passing of a train–
spirit climbs to the sky ?

I added this fourth one:

morning dew
in the early sunlight

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Written for:  dVerse Poet’s Pub:  Haibun Monday – “From The Kitchen Of Poets”
(posted by Björn Rudberg (brudberg) 
Today I would like you to consider cooking in your haibun and give us a recipe in your prose. But it should not be the kind you find in a cookbook, but in terms of a story. Share with us the place and moment. Did you eat alone, or with a special friend? How was the setting, by candlelight or by fluorescent light? Maybe a picnic by the beach or a lonesome microwave dinner?

She loved pesto.  I invited her in to share some.  Nothing like verdant, fresh basil leaves grown by my husband, to perfume a kitchen. Chunky crushed garlic, rich olive oil, pignoli nuts, and pungent parmesan. Kitchen was fragrant as an Italian restaurant. We sipped glasses of wine, waited for the pasta water to boil. I mixed softened butter with the basil paste, and my husband cut slices of semolina bread. A simple feast, laughter, and lots of butter.

dried leaves of lavender
sitting on swing in summer
drench me in soft perfume

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‘the flower of a pumpkin’

Written for:  Carpe Diem Tan Renga Challenge Month 2017 #8 The flower of a pumpkin (Tomiyashu Fusei)

Mount Ishizuchi

Mount Ishizuchi in autumn (Shikoku Island Japan)

The flower of a pumpkin
as well as Mt. Ishizuchi
is great in scale                                  © Tomiyasu Fusei (1885 – 1979)

garden of pumpkin flowers
grows into a pumpkin patch            © Sara McNulty


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Cat of a Different Stripe

Written for:  Imaginary Gardens With Real Toads:  “Mythical Prejudice” –
Poetry and Flash Fiction with Magaly

For today’s challenge, I invite you to write a 3-stanza poem or a very short story (313 words or fewer) that explores prejudice from the point of view of a mythical creature who is part of our modern world.


Jealous are they, thought the Cheshire cat;
they cannot disappear just like that.
Other cats tease me ’bout my infectious grin.
When they have a Cat Caucus, they do not let me in.

All my ancestors were Mag-Cats from birth.
Do they want to wipe us from the face of earth?
Many have accused me of being insane,
for my vanishing act fills them with disdain.

Tiger-striped, tabbies, tuxedos, and white
cats are each unique, accepted on sight.
Go back where you came from, those felines jeer.
Don’t they understand I was born right here?

Note:  The Cheshire Cat (/ˈtʃɛʃər/ or /ˈtʃɛʃɪər/) is a fictional cat popularised by Lewis Carroll in Alice’s Adventures in Wonderland and known for its distinctive mischievous grin. While most often celebrated in Alice-related contexts, the Cheshire Cat predates the 1865 novel and has transcended the context of literature and become enmeshed in popular culture, appearing in various forms of media, from political cartoons to television, as well as cross-disciplinary studies, from business to science. One of its distinguishing features is that from time to time its body disappears, the last thing visible being its iconic grin.  

~ From Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia

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Written for:  The Sunday Whirl, Wordle #299

Words:  tassel, speakers, sign, orange, board, love, honor, line, drum, work, bouquet, interpret

Commencement speakers
domed in orange-tasseled
hats, scan sign board
for their names. They
await announcement preceded
by a drumroll. Eager teared-up
parents spill love and pride,
peer at stage, clutching
bouquets and tissues. Graduates
stand by to accept diplomas,
trusting their hard work
will culminate in honorable
degrees, thus propelling them
to head of line for prestigious
positions–interpreted as skipping
bottom rung of ladder. Those
born in wealthy, influential
families relax, knowing
they needn’t be concerned.
Their employment has already
been arranged.

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Written for:  Imaginary Gardens With Real Toads:  Out of Standard – Photo Finish
For today’s prompt, I am going to provide you with images, and you get to write a poem around them.


This wouldn’t be the out of standard without a teeny, tiny twist. Under each photo is an phrase that doesn’t exactly match the photo. Your challenge is to write a poem inspired by the photo, while using the seemingly nonsensical words.

Old factory

Smoke and mirrors and electro-shock therapy

Under a clear sky,
even abandoned warehouses
have a certain charm.
She is not disarmed, not fooled
by a smoke and mirrors pretense
of a nice day. Stands on roof
of the old textile building
where her father and grandfather
had been employed, before
her town was snatched away
by builders, and contractors.
She is resolute in her decision.
Vision remains unchanged
despite medications,
and her hellish introduction
to electro-shock therapy. Winds
of change had blown her friends
away, scattering them like leaves
to distant cities. Pity. By the time
anyone finds her, skies might
be filled with storm clouds.

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How To Learn The Alphabet

Written for:  In Case You Missed THE LIST–dVerse Meeting the Bar:  
posted by Victoria C. Slotto in FormForAll

This poetic device is just what it says: a catalog or list of things—an inventory of people, places, things, ideas. But it is no simple shopping list or to-do list, though I suppose it could be if a little thought and a dab of poetic creativity is added to the mix. To be successful, this form is a well thought-out, complex process.

Poets use the list poem for writing humor, irony or satire, opinion, descriptive poetry, and children’s poetry.

A is for Alfred, who fell off a wall
B is for Bobby; he saw it all

C is for Cathy, who started to cry
D is for Dorothy, who simply sighed

E is for Edgar, but not Mr. Poe
F is for Frank, really Francis, you know

G is for Gigi, a lovely French name
H is for Henri, origin’s the same

I is for Ike, who was president once
J is for Jacob, who called him a dunce

K is for Katie, who loved to dance
L is for Lyle, who gave her a chance

M is for Michael, a handsome lad
N is for Natalie, the girlfriend he had

O is for Olga, who played trombone
P is for Peter, who loved her by phone

Q is for Quincy, who stole a plum
R is for Rhoda, his abetting chum

S is for Sandra, she is writing a book
T is for Ted, who watched from a nook

U is for Ursula, who studied all night
V is for Vincent, who gave her a fright

W is for William, a prince of a man
X is for Xavier, glad to shake his hand

Y is for Yolanda, who repaired that wall
Z is for Zelda, who cheered her–that’s all!

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Starting With Jane

Written for:  Carpe Diem Universal Jane #16 Morning Breeze
As you all know this month is Carpe Diem Tan Renga Challenge Month 2017, so I decided to ask you to create Tan Renga starting with one of the haiku by Jane which I will give you. You may choose one or you may use them all to create Tan Renga with.

So here we go. I have selected four haiku crafted by Jane and published online in her “A Dictionary of Haiku”. (All the haiku are from the Spring part of this “dictionary” and from the section “celestial”.

morning breeze
coming in the window
surf sounds                                        (C) Jane Reichhold

complete setting of perfect
day in newborn Springtime            © Sara McNulty

without lights
the brightness of a blue sky
full of stars                                          (C) Jane Reichhold

a roof of silvery light
in which to dance under                   © Sara McNulty

balanced at dawn
a full moon slides into the sea
without ripples                                     (C) Jane Reichhold

water is a blazing pink
for one moment  in time                     © Sara McNulty

stars bend down
into the wind of whitecaps
morning light                                          (C) Jane Reichhold

dancing like diamonds on water
ushering in a new day                            © Sara McNulty

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