Deep Voice for Esther’s Writing Prompts 76

Deep Voice

I am being visited by words.
Some come from the world
immediately around me.
Travel, experience.

Some come from my grandmother.
I listen to their shadows.
The voice of my mother
echoes from the center of our house.

Poems of the body,
where do you come from?
Books,
Sunday School
and Saturday night movies,
all equally determining
my voice.

Some fade away
but remain backseat drivers
as one after another takes control.
Nothing ever lost.

The Writing Prompts prompt this week is “Voice.”

Gamefish

Gamefish

See how the mighty fisherman holds me in his hand
as he drags me from the ocean to set me in the sand.
For twenty years, I’ve moved myself in freedom through the sea,
but by tonight it seems I’ll merely be somebody’s tea.

The dVerse Poets Quadrille pompt today is “fish.”

Mystery Podcast. Give it a chance.

This podcast is amazing. Give it a chance and tell me what you think.

Podcast. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=E-OJ_DFd2pM

The Numbers Game #83, Please Play Along, July 28, 2025

Welcome to “The Numbers Game #83”  Today’s number is 205. To play along, go to your photos file folder and type that number into the search bar. Then post a selection of the photos you find that include that number and post a link to your blog in my Numbers Game blog of the day. If instead of numbers, you have changed the identifiers of all your photos into words, pick a word or words to use instead, and show us a variety of photos that contain that word in the title. This prompt will repeat each Monday with a new number. If you want to play along, please put a link to your blog in comments below. Here are my contributions to the album.

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Catching the Ball for the Sunday Whirl Wordle, July 27, 2025

Catching the Ball

The edge of truth floats shimmering preparing to unveil
behavior we need warnings of that lie beyond the pale.
Strange doings that we should avoid. Actions we should fear.
Dark magic that sparks whispers of dangers far and near.
Beware those creatures of the dark that woo us with their wiles—
shedding their true natures by obscuring them with smiles.
Fortune can be  a swift-paced ball. Best catch it in your mitt
lest you forget to reach for it and, instead, get hit.

For the Sunday Whirl, the words are: ball whispers shimmering unveil hits strange shedding edge creature sparks fear magic  Image by Benjamin Hershey on Unsplash.

Arizona Sunset, for Cellpic Sunday, July 27, 2025

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These are the views from my sister’s backyard and front yard  in Peoria, Arizona on July 25, 2025

For Cellpic Sunday

“One Day” for Weekly Prompts 15

 

One day, Yolanda’s little girl Yoli was here and I dragged out all my old 9-inch dolls––precursors to Barbie.  Jill, Jan, Jeff and Cissette. (Although I couldn’t find Jeff.  Evidently they had a separation.) Yoli dressed them all wrong and past midnight a few nights later, I found myself seated in front of my sewing table, where I’d set Yoli up with the dolls and my Jill and Jan closet and the box of clothes she’d neglected to put away.  After choosing the “right’ clothes for each and dressing her, I hung all the other clothes neatly in the closet, replaced their detached doors, and posed them for best effect.  By then it was about 1:30 a.m. and I closed down the play date with myself and went to bed.  The next day, they had chosen to assume the same position I left them in. They’ve been there for a few weeks, but I have a party tonight and decided it was time for them to go back into seclusion in my art studio.  Makes me kind of sad, though

 

Weekly Prompts The One Day Prompt (15 )

“Plethora” for Weekend Writing Prompts #426

Plethora

It began with one that attracted another.
Whenever I bought one of them, it called out for a brother.
Now they stand in clusters around my living room,
my bedroom and my studio––everywhere they loom
observing and judging me, perhaps, for my excesses,
crowded upon table tops, ledges and recesses.
I admit I own a plethora of objets d’art––
irresistible objects with which I’ll never part

For Weekend Writing Prompts  (a poem or prose in 67 words on the word “plethora.”)

“Quartet” for SOCS, July 26, 2025

Quartet

They flicker like tiny sparks,
these rapid kittens
intense in attention,
 movements reflecting
every neighboring small movement.
Suspicious of brief distractions.
Violent, then soft like the feather
they’ve destroyed, 
drifting to the window frame above,
forgotten by its intense stalkers
       of a second before.            

 

 

The SOCS prompt for today was: “starts with Q.”

For Fibbing Friday, July 25, 2025

For Fibbing Friday, July 25, 2025 the task at hand is:

Who said/sang/wrote………………..

1. I want to break free. Melania Trump
2. No more the fool. Donald Trump, wishfully,when he was reelected,  but he was wrong!!!!
3. Food, glorious food. Anyone on a diet.
4. The Princess Diaries. Diana Spencer
5. The Name of the Game. Poker Alice
6. You can’t hurry love. Myrtle the Turtle
7. Kiss me Kate. Charles III and Spencer Tracy sang it in a duet
8. Catch a falling star. Concert crowd responding to  a Stage diving during a concert.
9. Absolute Power. Anyone experiencing misguided thoughts of capability after drinking too much Vodka
10. I’ll have what she’s having. Elizabeth Taylor, referring to Debbie Reynolds.