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How to Participate in One Single Impression
- Post your poetry on your blog. This does not need to be today. You can post any time during the week.
- Come here and enter your link into Mr. Linky. Other participants can easily find you by clicking your name in Mr. Linky.
- Enjoy the beautiful poems of the other bloggers.
- There is a new Mr. Linky each week so you always have to sign up on the current one. Please do not sign your name on Mr. Linky unless you are participating in One Single Impression.
- Mr. Linky will remain here forever. A list of past themes is on the sidebar. You can check back at any time for information on a past theme.
Thank you and enjoy!
Have a happy Sunday one and all.ReplyDelete
This is a wonderful prompt! Nice to see Mr. Linky back on the job. ;<) I checked several times last night and he hadn't shown up!ReplyDelete
While walking in an old churchyard (a true place of farewells) I noticed that some of the tall monuments had fallen off. The ground had frozen and heaved and the tilt was just enough to topple the obelisks. I saw that they used no mortar or pins or sockets. For 150 years they had just been sitting.ReplyDelete
Thankyou, this was an expansive prompt.ReplyDelete
FAREWELL and FAIR WARNINGReplyDelete
Just added mine...ReplyDelete
BIG JACK ATTACKReplyDelete
Ya'll know something, as I visit your poems this week, I noticed something missing, and I couldn't quite put my finger on it until right now ...ReplyDelete
I miss Kitehorse's comments! I dare say, her poetic, ironic, and sometimes raw comments have been as much apart of my reading as the poems themselves.
Gee! Realization of this sort always surprises me, refreshingly. Or maybe I have slipped into the alter-ego that love reading Kitehorse's ... comments.
Great prompt this week - thank you!ReplyDelete
This is my 3rd attempt to leave a comment. Not sure what I am doing wrong......??
Thank you for the prompt!ReplyDelete
Thanx 4 d prompt.ReplyDelete
My 1st attempt
I always feared death,
and slowly the fear of death, overcame death itself,
Day by day i waited
with baited breath i waited
that 1 day i wud b dead
dat one day I wud leave u all n go
Bt dat day had 2 b 1 day n nt so soon
Bt alas in the cacophony f fear I forgot dat
me 2 cud b d slave
d home f dis death.
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