Essay On How To Make Stars Dance

Someone once said poetry makes nothing happen. But how can that be? Because of poetry I can tell you that today it is a moon in a brown paper bag which I hand you. That is not all I can tell you.

You might think my bag weighted but I assure you it is as light as a feather. Between us, the cat and I play ping pong with my visiting moon in a brown paper bag. Light shines so brightly from our make believe moon the room is lit up. That is all the light we will ever need for our new game.

And then we take our brown paper bag and bright shinning moon out to the yard. The universe relieved to see its return. The stars are dancing. They thought the moon on holiday behind a cloud.

A holiday of sorts.

Benita H. Kape (c) 15.2.2022

Inspired by my sister-in-law who is without power after a cyclone.

Today we write prose for

How I love these prompts.


Shadow Ventures

Shadow Ventures

Still me in the sweet presence of poetry, still.

Words of love, words of pain, gentle words.

‘Til little by little, by little, and ’til

Birds sing their morning sonnets for birds.

Say simple things about poetry, let poems alone say.

Heart or head; each turn toward a truer heart.

Portray a journey, a route; a rainbow display.

Chart a few lines in sonnets own chart.

Many are those who sing, and for many.

Longing for orchestras; a sole voice of longing.

Eddy the notes on the air; a river of song eddy.

Glossing; to what shall we turn of glossing.

Aurora, a new song; carry the full day aurora.

Venture into the wonder of poetry, again venture.

Benita H. Kape (c) 12.2.2022

For d/Verse today a Shadow poem.

I don’t know about wonder of poetry. Difficulty! But then that doesn’t sound too poetic.


Hard Truth

I cannot sleep
but thoughts
of you nibble
into my soul.
Every night
you are there
in my dreams.

Where shall
we go tonight
my love? Another
flight of pure fancy.

Yet again I wake
to the hard truth;
you are no longer

Benita H. Kape (c) 8.2.2022

Tonight for d/Verse We are given the word nibble to make a quadrille: a 44 word poem.


A Roget’s Thesaurus Poem

I found a note in my Roget’s Thesaurus today.
It had lain there for nearly fifty years. Did that
make it venerable? Antiquated certainly.

The note detailed the workings which could
be called a tutor’s plan reduced down to an
acronym: TOMIPASTA. (You’ll have to look
that up.) I found it novel. You could call it modern.
I am going for an acrostic for you Mr Roget;
similar but different to the acronym.

So before I confuse us further:

    Rock on Roget:  they would have said.
    Oh, my Lord:  they would have said.
    Goodness, gracious:  that too.
    Extraordinary:  others exclaimed.
    Treasury:  said the man himself.

Benita H. Kape (c) 19.1.2022

for Poetics d/Verse today: Must say my Roget’s Thesaurus is stained and much used. It was part of a very big step forward in my poetic journey. But other than finding and examining that note I haven’t used it today.


Decisions, Decisions

Jack knew his roll to be the boring voice of reason. Looking at what he had written, still he hesitated. This might be what she wanted.

There was the other option. Go hard, go fast. He picked up the map and marked a cross. This was where the track moved inland. If they pushed it they would get there with a day to spare. That last day would make the difference. It would give them time to talk, to go over the why and wherefores. They had so many decisions to rake through this time.

On the other hand, to relax, to be idle, to give her a chance if needed. They could go hiking at a later date. Hiking was what usually took up their week-end.

Reason won “And bring no book for this one day. We’ll give to idleness.” His email said.

Benita H. Kape (c) 18.1.2022

Today for Ingrid has given us a couple of lines from poem by Wordsworth to incorporate into our “prosery” writing. No poetry allowed for this. 144 words only (not including title). Can be Flash Fiction, Creative non-fiction.


Harry Harris Never Serious

Wiggly, woggly, Harry Harris
Set out to walk to Moscow.
Wiggly, wobbly, giggly goggly.
He got no further than the terrace.
None of which did dampen his spirits.
Harry Harris never serious.
Wiggly, woggly Harry Harris.

Benita H. Kape (c) 18.1.2022

This time we are to take on some narrative nonsense. I can recall how great my brother was at this kind of narrative when we were kids. Just trying to get him serious for a family photograph was almost impossible. So I guess I’ll dedicate this one to him. It took me a little while to get here but glad Harry Harris got to be.


Looking at a Sad Letter

Yogi Bear - Nan's corgi

Another family pup. This one a corgi and much loved

Looking Back on a Sad Letter

a couple and their companion


Well, did you get to South Africa you two?

I’ll make that three, because

if Anne is there, so too her Bichon Frise:

we must never refer to it

(and I can’t for the life of me

recall the name of the beast) as

simply a dog. Neither of you

took your little darling to golf

and golf was always your second priority.


We received the sad letter

saying Anne had passed

which included more than

a clipped Envoi saying

the Bichon Frise (in old age herself)

had succumbed soon after.

Oh Anne, I can see how grief

played its part; even in the doggy world.

Sorry: I meant to say in the world

of a Bichon Frise.


Then recently your life partner

joined you: ashes laid to rest.


Beyond the Boardrooms

the note from the Bichon Frise


Anne stood back and waited

here under the shady trees

where, with me, a Bichon Frise,

we have spent the past three years.

But as the cars approached: (I long

smelt something was up). I ran

to meet and greet: wuf, wuf. Geoffrey,

dressed smartly, tie perfectly pleated.

He’d sat in boardrooms which allowed

little or no informality.


At his first opportunity he’d loosened his tie.

You were right, he’d been working

on getting to South Africa for some months.




All that’s left to do (with a tinge of sadness)

is to wish the extended family we left

Merry Christmas and a Wonderful year ahead:

from me, a reunited Bichon Frise

and partners, Anne and Geoffrey.


Benita H. Kape (c) 6.12.2019 – A prompt in two parts called for by Gospel Isosceles (Amaya). Thank you for the challenge.

I have done my o-apostrophe poem PLUS its response here for d/verse. I enjoy working to these prompts. And having got thru this one I am ready to raise my glass.