Dear Readers,
It looks like we’re pretty desperate. For the sake of poetry, we’ll readily bear anything. The last round brought us an invasion of cockroaches. We wonder what will happen this time…
A bout of saporous lolly acne? A rain of worthless bitcoin that darkens the skies for months? Our legs dancing an endless Eskimo jig? It’ll be worse than the ten plagues of Egypt from the Old Testament!
Still, this won’t stop us from providing you, our Dear Readers, with a safe haven for your collaborative efforts. “Collaborative efforts?” we hear you say. “What collaborative efforts? And to what purpose?” Well, let us fill you in…
1) We provide the first line of a poem.
2) You write the next line.
3) You submit your line via the comments section of this very post.
4) We pick the line we like most and add it to the poem.
5) We publish the first and second lines in a follow-up post.
6) Steps 2-5 are repeated until we have a masterpiece!
See? It’s the very definition of supercalifragilisticexpialidocious! So, have fun! But, please, whatever you do, don’t fling us in dat dere briar patch! We can handle pretty much anything but not rejection!
She looks in the book like into a mirror
by TETIANA ALEKSINA & TONY SINGLE
© All rights reserved 2018
unbolt me 
collective artwork ?
interesting but wild?
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Thanks so much! 😀
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To see the unseen, and recognise not
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Nice line there, Isabelle. Thank you so much for your contribution!
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‘Words reflecting her emotions. ‘
Don’t know if this is still open but I’ll add my Penny’s worth. Have a good week.
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It’s still very much open, George, and we love your contribution. Thanks so much!
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Nice idea! Kind of what we did with friends in pre-tv days.
“Swirling her magical hands, conjuring up her future”
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It’s fun, isn’t it? Much better than television! 😀
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Yes, completely!
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Cockroaches?!!! Ack and OH NOOOOO!!! I send waves of delicious cold beer and the best ice cream in the galaxy with my most likely far too late however joyful entry:
The translucent pages flutter like ashes
Y’all rock! Thank You and Cheers!!! 🙂
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Not too late at all, my friend, and it’s a fine entry! Beer and ice cream for all! Huzzah!
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Yay and Huzzah!!! 🤗
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The fragments of her being tumbling from page to page…
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Thanks so much for your fine contribution, Cheryl!
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She looks in the book like into a mirror
Pain in those words made the picture clearer
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Oh wow! That’s great! Thank you for your contribution!
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My pleasure. It was fun … looking fwd to d final piece
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She looks in the book like into a mirror
Just to get a glimpse, inside of her soul
As she reflects, and now doesn’t recognize who she is
The pages of her journal, tell the story which forged her soul
Changing who she once was as she grows old
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Oh, now that’s nice! 😉
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And she sees the letters fade to grey
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Thanks for contributing, Sheilah! 😀
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She looks in[to] the book like into a mirror
[dark],
she looks away through veils of tears, but looks again to spark
NOTE: The reader changes the rules. This poem now has a rhyming scheme. All furher contributions must be in the form of couplets.
#CalvinBall
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Nice one! Thanks for playing.
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