At dVerse Sanaa is hosting Poetics with an invitation to choose from either provided sentences or to write a few words that come to mind and to change a word(s) to its derivative and then weave the word into a poem.
dVerse Poets – Poetics – Dungeons and Derivatives
“In the depth of winter, I finally learned that there was in me an invincible summer.” Albert Camus
Winter's Reign Her coffin was a tempest raging, sharp daggers of flashing light, awash with cold water down its sides, clouded in foreboding darkness, she was restless even in death and, sensing a struggle we rushed forward and placed her hands in repose and closed the lid, no more will she rage in these parts, time to celebrate her passing. Copyright 2021 ©Paul Vincent Cannon All Rights Reserved ®
