Dear Readers,
Today we received a wonderful letter from Von Smith of Above the Noise, and we cannot resist sharing what it said with you:
From: Von Smith
Subject: You guys inspired me
Tetiana & Tony,
Thanks for reading my haikus. Your 100 word skittle was a novel idea for me.
You also triggered another idea, 50 Words or less, which I did two experiments right after the skittle.
Thought you two creates might enjoy these.
Thanks for being you,
Von Smith
Well, thanks for being you, Von Smith! Your efforts have not gone unnoticed, and we’ve enjoyed them immensely! And we should confess right here that it’s a very mutual feeling. All of you, Dear Readers, inspire us every day! You never cease to amaze us. Your creativity knows no bounds!
And this leads us to our latest installment of Open-Source Poetry. Your submissions for this so far have been, without exception, exceptional! As you can imagine, it has been an onerous task choosing what the next line should be. However, we feel that Thom of tnkerr’s line is ripe with story possibilities, so we’re going with that. Congratulations, Thom!
So, let’s keep this rolling, Dear Readers. And let us remind you of the simple rules of this game…
1) We provide the next line of the poem.
2) You write the following 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 every line to date in a follow-up post.
6) Steps 1-5 are repeated until we have a masterpiece!
So, what are you waiting for? Amaze us all over again with all new submissions! We cannot wait to see what comes next!
She looks in the book like into a mirror
The face of her sister is there
She wears daffodils in her hair
by TETIANA ALEKSINA, TONY SINGLE & THOM TNKERR
© All rights reserved 2018
unbolt me 
Two episodes of misery separated by a period of darkness. Days go by.
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Nice contribution there, Michael. Thanks!
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A long dead pain is rekindled
Getting to this a bit late – sorry.
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You’re not late at all, Sarah, and thank you for playing!
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And dances in the rain,
Yet she is lost whilst getting the world hypnotising to her train( as in train of a dancing peacock)
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Nice effort there, M. Thanks so much for playing!
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They turn red, dripping, as she draws nearer
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Oh my! What a to do!
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The wrinkled pages seem to come nearer
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Nice one! 🙂
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And their mother’s pendant around her neck
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I like that. Thank you for contributing!
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Sure thing, thank you!
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And wields daggers in her stare.
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Nice one! Thank you for playing!
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While a shade of melancholia adorns her lips
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Ooh! Impressive contribution! Thank you very much!
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She looks in the book like into a mirror
The face of her sister is there
She wears daffodils in her hair
daffodils, the sign of spring
she has been gone at least a year
I delve to remember
I miss her.
(sorry but I break the rules, I write what I am meant to write as inspiration guides me…. thanks)
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Rule breaking is just fine with us here! And the results speak for themselves!
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“and missed her flight at O’Hare.” Sorry, my poetry muse took the night train to Atlanta.
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Hee hee hee! Love it! 😛
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