I sow d'Verse prompts in my garden But I feel that I must beg your pardon. For my rows are of keys That yield green abc's Though my gardenin's really quite ardent.
A d’Verse prompt
Today at d’Verse, we were prompted to engage in garden poetry writing.
Write about your own, your neighbor’s, or your city’s garden – or one that only exists in your imagination. Write about harvest, growth, decay – wherever the word “garden” takes you.
69 thoughts on “Crisp, or: Fresh”
💙🙏🏻 Maggie 🙏🏻💙
What? Not even a single mention of Nantucket? 😉
This was fun
Maybe next time 😉
💝 Lona 💝
Ha! that is funny 🙂
careful, I understand limericks are both contagious and irresistible. you can’t stop at one ~
💖 Thanks, M! 💖
I love your little limerick!!
✨🙏✨ Yvonne, thank you! ✨🙏✨
Brought a smile to my face- thank you!
That makes me very happy, Linda. Thank you for letting me know 🙂
Just goes to show what you can create with words alone – nicely done David.😊
🥰 Thank you, Marion 🥰
Haha… Smart! 😎❤️👌
It takes one to know one, Diana!
A lovely limerick. And I like the prompt at the end. I think it would be fun to write a manuscript of poetry prompts that doubled as works of literary art. Prompts that were poems and poems that were prompts.
Wow; that would be amazing, David 💞