“The clear vowels rise like balloons.” Sylvia Plath
Deeper are the diphthongs
So bound
Neither the o or the u can rise
In their own sound
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dVerse prompt taking the end of a poem (in this case Plath’s last line of her poem Morning Song) and using it to make a beginning. My mind went to diphthongs and how the vowels no longer make their own sound. Sylvia Plath was such a great writer but so bound. This poem makes me want to cry.
Which way
Anyway
That way
Freeway
In the way
Tollway
So many ways
Pathways
Find the ways
Thoughtways
Make a way
Expressway
This is a poem about finding your way
when you see it you will know it
It is right here today
Way
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dVerse quadrille concerning the word “way”
Repetition is fun.
I am having a macaronic day
Portuguese becomes like Espanhol
French is muy bien
My Latin has a comeback
Mater madre mae mother mama
Bebe fala Português—- mae
I am the baby
Speaking lost languages
Speaking languages that are living
Vivir
Vivir
Vivir
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dVerse prompt on connecting— since the start of the pandemic, I have been learning languages.
Vivir is live in Portuguese.
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