Sevenling (melancholy) – 20 June 2019

Sevenling (melancholy)

melancholy descends like
fog, muting milieux, obscuring
vistas, lengthening shadows

endless days veiled in gray gloom
vexing clock’s incessant ticking…ticking
leaky faucet dripping…dripping

the sun will come out tomorrow…you betcha


The elements of the Sevenling are:
1. a heptastich, a poem in 7 lines made up of 2 tercets followed by a single line.
2. metered at the discretion of the poet.
3. unrhymed.
4. composed with 3 complimentary images in the first tercet and 3 parallel images in the second tercet. The end line is a juxtaposed summary of the 2 parallels, a sort of “punchline”.
5. the poem should be titled “Sevenling: (first few words of poem).

Sevenling (pink sky) – 18 June 2019

Sevenling (pink sky)

pink sky at gloaming
a phenomenon, sun streams
lengthening, dust particles scattering

sailors and shepherds of old
delighted in this sight, foretelling
fair weather, clear skies due west

but I just think it’s pretty


The elements of the Sevenling are:
1. a heptastich, a poem in 7 lines made up of 2 tercets followed by a single line.
2. metered at the discretion of the poet.
3. unrhymed.
4. composed with 3 complimentary images in the first tercet and 3 parallel images in the second tercet. The end line is a juxtaposed summary of the 2 parallels, a sort of “punchline”.
5. the poem should be titled “Sevenling: (first few words of poem).

A Song of Spring – Blackout Poem

song of spring

a song of spring

the green land,
the water, the leaves
sing of spring…

come forth,
to love’s edge,
dance in the moment
enter the light
where silence


A Blackout Poem inspired by the poem below

The Lake in Central Park


It should have a woman’s name,

something to tell us how the green skirt of land

has bound its hips.

When the day lowers its vermilion tapestry over the west ridge,

the water has the sound of leaves shaken in a sack,

and the child’s voice that you have heard below

sings of the sea.


By slow movements of the earth’s crust,

or is it that her hip bones have been shaped

by a fault of engineering?

Some coquetry cycles this blue edge,

a spring ready to come forth to correct

love’s mathematics.


Saturday rises immaculately.

The water’s jade edge plays against corn-colored

picnic baskets, rose and lemon bottles, red balloons,

dancers in purple tights, a roan mare out of its field.

It is not the moment to think of Bahia

and the gray mother with her water explanation.

Not far from here, the city, a mass of swift water

in its own depression, licks its sores.


Still, I would be eased by reasons.

Sand dunes in drifts.

Lava cuts its own bed at a mountain base.

Blindness enters where the light refuses to go.

In Loch Lomond, the water flowers with algae

and a small life has taken the name of a star.


You will hear my star-slow heart

empty itself with a light-swift pitch

where the water thins to a silence.

And the woman who will not be named

screams in the birth of her fading away.


Jay Wright, “The Lake in Central Park” from Transfigurations: Collected Poems (Baton Rouge: Louisiana State University Press, 2000). Copyright © 2000 by Jay Wright. Reprinted with the permission of the author.

Source: Transfigurations: Collected Poems (Louisiana State University Press, 2000)

Sevenling (clouds) – 18 June 2019

Sevenling (clouds)

low gray clouds bellow,
weeping droplets that smell
of fish, dead leaves and clay

no sweet fragrance of spring
flowers, no sun kissed green,
only sticky, cold wetness

somewhere a lake grows shallow


(I took this photo from my desk at work…do you see that fishy cloud formation? It blew me away…so of course I had to get my phone out to snap a picture! I love clouds! 😊)

The elements of the Sevenling are:
1. a heptastich, a poem in 7 lines made up of 2 tercets followed by a single line.
2. metered at the discretion of the poet.
3. unrhymed.
4. composed with 3 complimentary images in the first tercet and 3 parallel images in the second tercet. The end line is a juxtaposed summary of the 2 parallels, a sort of “punchline”.
5. the poem should be titled “Sevenling: (first few words of poem).

Twittering Tales #141 – 18 June 2019

About the challenge: Each Tuesday I will provide a photo prompt. Your mission, if you choose to accept the challenge, is to tell a story in 280 characters or less. When you write your tale, be sure to let me know in the comments with a link to your tale. This is important as I have noticed that some of the ping backs have not been working. If you would prefer to post your tale in the comments (some people have very specific blog themes but still want to participate), I am happy to post a link to your site when I post your tale in the Round Up.

A final note: if you need help tracking the number of characters in your story, there is a nifty online tool that will count for you at

I will do a roundup each Tuesday, along with providing a new prompt. And if for some reason I missed your entry in the Roundup, as I have occasionally done, please let me know. I want to be sure to include your tale.

Finally, have fun!

Twittering Tales #140 -The Roundup


Photo by nahidhatamiz at

Starting us off..

Diversification Strategy
Essie had earned a respectable reputation as a specter. Then came reality TV. Spirits now had to compete with demons for attention.
“Oh Basil, I hate this century!”
“Don’t lose your head over it Essie. Demons bore easily. You’ll see.”
“Brilliant idea!”
“I didn’t mean…oh dear!”
276 Characters

By Sadje at Keeping It Alive:
Only the raven saw her but no one else could. It did create quite the sensation in the village. But it was no fun being on her own all the time. That is until Casper fell in love with her. It was the end of isolation and loneliness.
Character count: 233

By Lisa at Tao Talk:
Be Gone
Joe stood outside Witch Em’s hut with a bouquet of flowers each morn as Em let her cat out. He promised daily flowers until she agreed to marry him. On day 1, Em was irritated at the intrusion and told Joe to leave. On day 30, she flung her arm and said, “Be gone, bird brain!”
[280 characters]

By The Dark Netizen:
By Her Side
She has always been my friend.
I’ve always been there for her. I stuck by her through the good days and the bad ones. I stuck by her side when she lost her head over some guy. I was there even when he cut off her head.
Now, I am by her side as she delivers flowers to his grave….
Character Count: 280

By Neel at Neel Writes Blog:
“Nothing to crow about, okey”.
Visibly stunned by the singeing utterance___the last ‘okey’ was a syllabic stretch that ripped through her ears___,Reema looked askance at Esther, her new roomie.
Pray! she wondered, ‘when would others stop getting jealous of her drop dead looks’?
(280 characters)

By Tessa at Tessa Can Do It:
My Mannequin
“Wait, there’s my mannequin, Ron. She’s wearing my favorite dress. Help me get her out of here.”
“Linda! She’s headless. We need to get out of here. Find the negatives or we’re leaving without them.”
“Ron, get the books. I’ll get the negatives and the dress and then we’ll go!”
276 characters

By Larry at East Elmhurst A Go Go:
Hey Man, Whatever Works
It was mutual true love at first sight but Peter and Ellen were both too shy. To solve their dilemma, they agreed that for their assignations, he’d be a bird and she’d be invisible. That way there could be no risk of self consciousness. So far it’s been working out well.
(275 characters.)

By Reena at ReInventions:
A New Face
“How’ve you turned so dark?”
“I decided to get out of me, and stop obstructing myself. Whatever remains is just beauty and light, and a path strewn with flowers.”
“I can see a new face growing on you.”

By Fandango at This, That, and the Other:
A Bit Too Far
She loved sunflowers, birds, and wearing black cotton dresses.
But she was allergic to sunflowers, birds, and black cotton dresses. They made her eyes water and her nose run.
You’ve heard the expression don’t cut off your nose to spite your face, right? She took it a bit too far.
(280 characters)

By Jannat at Trust Yourself:
An empty soul, vacant
Cognizant of the conflicted feelings rushing in a mind
Experiencing a state of contradiction, seeing longevity, wanting an end.
A hopeless soul it is!
(170 characters)

By Milly at Truly Milly:
The Dulahan
the Dullahan has come for me
my death, I foresee
she rode her horse, crossed the farm
with her head under one arm
carrying sunflowers to place
on top of my coffin case
she called my name
for my soul to claim
my corpse lied on its back
and the raven, ready to snack

By Lorraine at Lorraine’s Frilly Freudian Slip:
Students learn best through games.
Today is guessing my literary leanings.
Ooohhh, mouths mimicking the sound.
Poe. “The Raven?”
Kipling. If?
Carroll. Alice?
Irving. “Legend of Sleepy Hollow?”
Mantel. Wolf’s Hall?
Naifeh and Smith. Van Gogh: the Life?
Lee. To Kill a Mockingbird? . . .

By Di at Pensitivity101:
For me?
You shouldn’t have. Sunflowers are my favourite.
What’s up? Cat got your tongue?
Oops, Guess it got more than that!
120 characters

By Kitty at Kitty’s Verses:
A quarter of century since her beloved martyred at the enemy’s hands. It was her way of communicating to him through scented flowers.
Armed with sunflowers, that which never fails to look up at the Sun, and his pet crow, embodiment of sincerity, she laid herself to rest beside him.
Character Count :- 280

By Kristian at Tales From the Mind of Kristian:
A Murder of Crows
“How’s the new Scarecrow working out, Jack?”
“Terrible. Trust me to build something that scares all the children to death, but the crows don’t seem to dislike at all!”
“Never mind. I’ll give you a hand burying the bodies if you like.”
“Thanks, Keith, I’d be lost without you.”
[273 Characters]

By Willow at WillowDot21:
‘Will you get off my shoulder and stop looking down my dress, it’s very rude. ‘
‘It’s no good you blowing your top Maizie.’
‘No point, l have lost my head.’
‘You were told not to weren’t you.’
‘Well yes but what’s a girl to do he’s such a handsome Devil.’
Satan smiled smuggly.
(273 Characters)

By Peter at Peter’s Pondering:
The Head of Catering promised it would be the best pie ever!
Forget four and twenty blackbirds. This was going to have a hundred Jackdaws.
The great pie day arrived. The public and press eagerly awaited the grand reveal.
The Jackdaws were there, but where was the Head of Catering?
(278 characters)

By John at The Magic Shop:
You may think you see me missing my head
Its actually still there despite your shocked dread
How would you know if I looked different than before?
You’ve ignored my presence as if an eyesore
Deal with this new guise as I chose to disappear
I’m done screaming for attention at your selfish, deaf ears
(298 characters)

By WildChild47 at BackPocket Poems:
Grahame Wood
His biography read:
He had four profound loves in life.
Hannah Shirley.
The Collected works of Edgar Allen Poe.
He painted his most unique masterpiece in 1910.
Title: Canadian Gothic.
Artist: Grahame Wood.
Simple Prairie Farmer.
Born: 1888
Died: 1922
Crushed by a tractor.
(46 words) 280 characters

By Enzo at Travel, Good Food, Arts and More:
Losing my head
“I do not know what is happening with my level of concentration, I do not seem to be able to keep tabs on the tasks I want to achieve. It is a constant struggle to focus my mind.”
“I’m concerned, I think you should be asking for advice. You risk to be losing your mind with this!”
(279 characters)

By Ron at Read4Fun:
Knock, Knock, Who’s There
“Edgar, come to the door, I’m on a schedule here! I’m a temp working for Rave N message service. I know you weren’t expecting a crow,  but we’ve been busy. Ray said I should simply knock on your chamber door. Where is it? Could you give a bird a head’s up? I’m takin’ the flower.”
280 characters

By Deb at Twenty Four:
George sighed as he considered what stood before him, aware that at least one set of eyes was fixed upon him intensely and then he shrugged, no point in prolonging the agony.
“You really want my opinion? Ok then but don’t say i didn’t warn you. The colours match well enough.”
(277 characters)

By John at Broadsides:
I liked the sunflowers Vincent, I really did, always been a rather fanatical fan of yours, Even liked the bird you painted, was it a kingfisher? In sympathy with you cutting off your ear Vincent, well, I’ve had my head removed.

By JP at JP the Wide-Eyed Wanderer:
Fading Away – a Twittering Tale
Can you see me? Am I ghost to your eyes? I gave so much but kept nothing for myself and now I’m lost like a grieving child, unloved, unspoken. My heart and soul tissue paper thin like tattered confetti fluttering in a breeze. Bit by bit, I feel myself fading away. Can you see me?
character count 280

Photo by Nathan Dumlao at

“Oh my god Ned! When I dared you to stick your head between the railings, I didn’t think you were stupid enough to actually do it! This picture is soooo going on Instagram!”

“When you’re done humiliating me, a little help maybe? I’m really stuck. Joe…come on…JOE?!!!!

 (271 Characters)



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