We’re talking all sorts of new here.
It’s a brand new year. I’ll be scribbling out 2015 on all my paperwork for the next few weeks. I may even remember to write a ‘6’ at some point this month. I mean, the possibilities are endless.
The Reverie Journal got a new look (from Book Genesis). I guess it’s easier to improve the look of a website, versus improve the look of the numbers on my bathroom scale…-le sigh-
The new year is all about change and growth and excitement with the boundless possibilities. Everywhere we turn there seems to be windows and doors opening before us, fresh new viewpoints, and dreams building there on the horizon.
That was beautiful, wasn’t it?
My New Year’s resolution was to work on my positivity.
And to find ways to convince myself that bacon really is a diet food.
But I digress. Let’s get down to it.
I said a new prompt and a new issue. Those are big news items.
The Reverie Journal is now open for submissions for Issue Two.
We are so excited to start this project again. Our first issue was plagued with hiccups, but thanks to our fantastic poets, and some serious crunch work, we were able to bring you a beautiful book anyone would be proud to be featured in. We loved doing it so much, we’re doing it again.
You can check out our first issue here and then head over to our submissions page for information on how to submit to the magazine. We can’t wait to work with you all to create a lasting masterpiece.
Of course, if the magazine isn’t for you, don’t worry. We are always looking for poets for our Write for Us segment. We want to feature your work on our site. Share with us and let us help showcase your hard work.
Photo by Logan Sakai (Creative Commons)
Now on to the prompt…
Your prompt is to utilize the word: game.
Think of it as the word itself, as a theme, the feelings we place behind the word…let your imagination go. Have fun with this.
And know that “game” is a really big hint to something fun we’ll be bringing you tomorrow…
Please remember to link your post back to this one or leave it in the comments. You can tag it with #thereveriejournal, too, and we’ll find it! You’ve got until Friday to send in your response for the week.
We’re going to bring back voting THIS Saturday. The poem with the highest number of votes will be posted on Sunday and will be considered for publication in the second issue of the magazine.
So make sure you share, share, share!
The Reverie 
Reblogged this on Laura A. Lord and commented:
Call for submissions…
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“Word Games”
Stacking words
against each other,
filling them with spite and scorn
Choosing words carefully,
painstakingly arranging
each one for maximum impact
One wrong move
and the whole thing
comes crashing down
(from my new release, “White Lies in Blue Ink”!)
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This brought to mind images of a bastard boardgame, born of Scrabble and Jinga. Love it!
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Thanks!!!
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The Game
It was a clever game
you played
I can see that now
Reeling me in
just enough
to keep me hooked
But not so close
that I struggled
You scattered
just enough seeds
so I was tempted
But not so many
that my hunger abated
You said just enough
to make me feel special
But not so much
that I took it for granted
You were a puzzle
I thought I had solved
But you were gone
long before
the final piece
fell into place
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“You scattered just enough seeds so I was tempted but not so many that my hunger abated.” I love those lines!
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Oh man. I think I know that guy too. Nice work!
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Thank you !
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Ouija
A voice from the shadows fills the air
It freights the heart and puts rational mind to despair
Her words come blunt, truthfully and weighty
Heed the sapience even when is naughty
Graphics and symbols engraved
On paths shady enlightened
By magic of the fallen paved
With gates and keepers darkened
A band of spirits the deed enact
So the mortals can contact
The undead and the departed
The unknown….and the retarded
God and Satan are debating
If it’s the echo of a forgery
But we find them guns calibrating
When the naked truth reveals its mystery
Science and religion are antiques
When developing new techniques
Thru mists and witchcraft you are reborn
By the gracious god’s quill and his sinning thorn
Fathom everything with grace
While you seek the god
No mask can hide your taint
But for getting his embrace
Enthrall the perky muse on the forsaken rod
To rotten the new aphrodisiac saint
There is the foulest of decisions
When waste becomes from diamonds and gold
The corpse of the quill carries obsessions
Everyone will greedy taste
Panting hard and deep losing their chaste
As you, with last breath, to him thy soul you’ve sold
Your body is a vestige of a primal
Hymn of tears, death, and blood
Into a ravishing juice melting grotesque
Of delirious ambrosia and acidic nectar
When is caressed and bitten feral
Bones are cleaned to the thrill an exotic mood
Offered on the boiled altar
Horny-skinned token of unholy picturesque
22 September 2014
Written on 22 September 2014 for the upcoming “Epitaph of the Decayed Quill” project, dedicated to Sylvia Plath.
http://viseleunuiinsomniac.blogspot.ro/2016/01/ouija.html
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“Enthrall the perky muse on the forsaken rod” Wow! What a lovely, dark piece.
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Thank you Miss Lord! And a Very Merry Happy New Year!
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And to you!
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