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What’s in a Year? | Poetry Prompt

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Milestones come in all shapes in sizes. We here at The Reverie just celebrated our first birthday! That was certainly an exciting and happy milestone to celebrate.

But sometimes our anniversary dates aren’t so happy. Sometimes we remember dates that are connected to painful moments in our lives. It’s an anniversary of emotion and that’s what we want to see from you this week.

Think about a date that you go back to, one that’s connected to some pretty strong emotions (they can be good, or bad, of a heady mix of the two). Take us back to that date, give us a flashback, make us feel it.

Don’t forget to pingback to this post so we can check out your writing. Or you can post the poem in the comment section as well.

If you have any suggestions for a future prompt, email us at thereveriejournal@gmail.com with subject : Monday Prompts. If we use it, we’ll thank you in the post, so make sure to send your blog address, Twitter, or something that we can refer people to as a thank you.

Sunshine and rainbows

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On Friday’s Let’s Talk About It… conversation, it would seem that most of us write about things that are darker, sadder, angrier, etc. Let’s try to stretch ourselves and write about something outside of the norm. A happy moment, a memory, a thought, whatever your inspiration, let the poem have a positive rather than negative spin.

Sorry this one is coming a day late. I’ve been visiting family and friends, so it’s been hard to stick to my schedule. The rest of the week will be on point.

Make sure share it in the comments so we can all bask in your words.

Check out what each is doing and share! Let’s build this community. All links will be added to this year’s digest.

Have you considered submitting to our Write for Us segment? We’d love to feature your work here on The Reverie! Click here for more information

Have fun and share this post

Babybug| Publishing Opportunity

Part of what we do here at The Reverie Journal is to tell you about opportunities to share your work.

Of course, we certainly hope you’ll still consider submitting with us for our magazine, anthology, or Write for Us submissions.

Today, let us introduce you to Babybug. It is a look and listen magazine for babies and toddlers ages 6 months-3 years. They are especially interested in rhythmic and rhyming poetry.

Submission guidelines here.

Contact: Submissions Editor

Email: babybug@babybugmagkids.com

What’s in an age?

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Sorry that the prompt is going up a bit later than usual. I’ve been having problems with my arm and haven’t been typing much at all.

Here’s that prompt though:

Write a poem about aging. You can talk about going from childhood to adulthood, from being a baby to being a toddler, the fear of aging…etc…the choice is yours.

Make sure to write it and either share on this post or link back to this post so we can read what you wrote.

Check out what each is doing and share! Let’s build this community. All links will be added to this year’s digest.

Also on Fridays we have  a conversation here at The Reverie. Last week I invited you to an open mic night. Are you coming?

Have you considered submitting to our Write for Us segment? We’d love to feature your work here on The Reverie! Click here for more information

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Wordle Me This #4

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We haven’t done a wordle in a while. This time, I went to a random word generator and created this tiny wordle. You can use any tense of the words, and there’s no limit to how many words you use. April is Poetry Month in the United States, so I’ve got a pretty interesting plan simmering. I can’t wait until all the things are finalized and I can let you guys in on it. Sorry to vaguebook about it, but I can barely contain myself!

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Make sure to either backlink to the page or post it in the comments. Check out what each is doing and share! Let’s build this community. All links will be added to this year’s digest.

Remember on Fridays, we’re having a bit of a chat. If you didn’t catch last Friday’s swing by and join in about does your writing tell all your secrets?

Have you considered submitting to our Write for Us segment? We’d love to feature your work here on The Reverie! Click here for more information

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In Rhythmic Awareness of Eiru, the Celtic Earth Goddess

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Circles break apart, time seeds scatter. St. Brendan’s ship sails away.
The sweep of time moves fast; the visible half circle arch matched with its half heard bellow below.
Time flows leaves or comes, emanates from the stones laid across the lands.
And the poets’ hands hover; feel the energy where she comes, where she leaves
Before the first fall,
we Irish  danced  on Eiru’s body reciting psalms and prayers.
Time passes, stones sit. Crumbs of language fall astray;
come and leaves again while we clean bone debris.   Chimney birds sweep the dust under the family
room rug where mounds grow unencumbered. And always the wars and spills of red blood. The stain
cannot be rubbed out.
Our  shadows  rise and fall. The bright shine of hard cinder truths rubbed out from our sleepy eyes.
Brown and black sheep wait to be washed clean, wait to be made white. We try to keep clean and
peaceful and
yet the battles go on and on.
During the famine times Eiru’s body became torn and rent while pretty purple flowered potatoes
Turned  rotten. More ships sailed away and American bricks were sometimes found not be gold.
And slow go the poets, neither this nor that, sweep the words out in the open over
the rim at the edge of the world where at the blank edge of space they fall through the sun and burn.

Mary C. O’Malley MSW,MFA is a poet and retired Social Worker. She had many poems published in the last ten years. You might have read one. This poem is in honor of the Irish pagan side of St. Patrick’s Day.