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MizQuickly A thing is what it is.


No eyes to see
no mouth to speak
no ears to hear
no will to go
on your own
but led by every puff of air
you are nothing but
dust and moisture
condensation above the earth
light refraction
of sailor’s delight or warning.
Human whimsy insists
in giving you emotion –
angry, brooding turbulence or
gay sherbert colored swathes,
and by the time we see you
the sun is already gone.



Measure of a Woman

 adashofsunny  Women are the real architects of Society – International Women’s Day Special 🌹
(An older one reworked a little)


How do you measure
the worth of a woman?

In inches or pounds?
Single or married?
Childless or mommy?
he color of her skin?
The street she lives on.
The size of her house?
Beautiful or plain?
Stay at home or Do you work?
Homo Hetero
Young Old

How about you not measure at all?
How about accepting me just as I am
a little quirky, a little fun,
full of insecurities, loaded with doubts,
and topped off with familial love.

Let it be known,
I am a woman
worth knowing.



Early Birds

MizQuickly  lose yourself

There were six of them in the yard,
in the cold, looking bewildered by
the traces of snow and a hard wind.
What instinct had mislead them north
to give up days of warmth and flowering
trees, daffodils and soft ground where
worms played catch me if you can.
“cheerily, cheer up, cheer up, cheerily,
cheer up” they sing and the red, red robins
keep bob, bob, bobbing along.


Travels with Her Otodus

MizQuickly Open the Book
Below are some random book titles. Avoiding any that are familiar, pick one or two that appeal to you, jiggle your curiosity, or send you off onto a tangent. Maybe you want to rewrite one of the titles?

Travels with Herodotus

There once was a girl named Gus
who tried to take her shark on a bus
but the driver was alarmed
afraid he’d be disarmed
but he let her without a fuss.

(Otodus is an extinct genus of mackerel shark which lived from the Paleocene to the Miocene epoch)


An Undercurrent of Peace

imaginarygarden FASHION ME YOUR WORDS TO ~ FOLD Imagined By


I sit and listen to the hush
that hums, that hums, like locust
like rain, soft and lush
like timeless static of the universe.
I listen, listen to the hush.
It’s always there just beneath
the honk, the screech, the rant, the rush
of life. Slow down. Exhale into the infinite
lest the chaos of this world crush
the spirit to a tiny, talc of gritty dust
that’s blown away forever into the hush

(This is what I have to do these days. No TV, no music, just the hum of the universe, a hum of peace beneath the noise.)

Your challenge today toads, is to Let your words dance with me in celebration. Forgetting all others, focus your gaze on The Fold and write using the form. You can write fiction fact or fantasy, staying true to the following guidelines:
1. 11 lines
2.The end phrase of Line one repeats at Lines 5 and 11
3.The rhyme of line 1 continues through in every other line
4. There must be a reference to nature and how it affect you the poet
5. More indepth instructions HERE
6. Fold origin HERE



The Right Question is Everything

withrealtoads Out of Standard: Multiple Choice Imagined By Isadora Gruye
The challenge is simple.  Write a poem in the form of a multiple choice test.”


This is not a True/False quiz
that gives you a 50/50 chance.
This is a multiple choice test
carefully worded to see if you
are paying attention to life.
The answers are:
a. Love conquers all
b. It’s all going to Hell in a handbasket
c. Humanity will be extinct in 50 years
d. All of the above.
Now, give me your question, please.



Think and Grow

Adashofsunny Prompt Nights – Come chase oh fleeting thoughts of the moment

“Begin challenging your own assumptions. Your assumptions are your windows on the world. Scrub them off every once in awhile, or the light won’t come in.”
Alan Alda

“Stagnation is death. If you don’t change, you die. It’s that simple. It’s that scary.” Leonard Sweet


Growing into and growing out of from birth to death. Life is a series of growing. Out of newborn into six months clothes, out of the bottle into pureed peas, out of kindergarten into first grade, and so on and so on and… That growing is expected and good and relatively easy. Then there is the growing into and out of opinions, ideas, ideals, spiritual tenets, and those can be threatening and uncomfortable. It all begins with the willingness to question, the courage to be different from peers, and a passion for Truth.

My growing out of and growing into came in my late middle years. It has been a series of grasping and letting go, of learning and unlearning, and the acceptance that there is more than this one tiny corner of the earth where I live and more ways to live in it.


Snow on the tree tops
roots spread deep underground
reaching yet grounded


Of Ducks and Boys


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The Twiglets #12 even the ducks

Even the ducks took to the river
their downy white feathers too
much like a summer-weight cover
on the sticky hot southern noon.
They paddled away from the buck
naked boys splashing and hollering
like the wild things they were.
Spotty clouds began to gather, to
sprinkle down rain but the boys
and the ducks took no notice…
they just played.