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Monthly Archives: May 2016
Silver Linings. Play. Book.
Made a mistake. Kissed a snake. ……………………………………………-‘Cinderella’ jump rope rhyme Married him, too. Said I do. And did. (He didn’t.) Goodbye. Good riddance. Sometimes knowing what’s best is helped along by living the worst. Be -hold: my broken. Unfold: His … Continue reading
summer stone song
Another offering for the Quadrille over at dVerse. Play magnetic poetry here.
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Tagged breathing in blue, breeze, dVerse, magnetic poetry, poetical magnetism, Q44, Quadrille
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Gourmet Cheeses
.. I bought two brie-ses and a havarti ready to party. You brought some cheddar (not just gouda, better). We (stopped the world and) melted them together and I gotta say I am fondue you. But the odiferous aftermath breeze? … Continue reading
Living Suddenly Without Thinking
… Did we dance? I only remember the lull of that bone bubble moon, the grin-glimmer of her melting into shimmer sea. Did we twist the truth? There’s no proof to the contrary on God’s green earth, just the … Continue reading
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Tagged breeze, melting, moon dance, moon songs, moon stones, Q44, Quadrille, sea, staccato, the one with all the words, titles inspired by E.E. Cummings
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That morning steeped in scent of sea
… Blame it on the breeze. The way the trees whispered us a sorrowsong. The way the sky cracked open as if we’d both gone mad. The moment when I sneezed and you breathed God bless you and for once … Continue reading
A little giddy gets hungry.
.. Poverty turned pink in the beds of strangers, arranged to meet several someones for drinks, with earnest. Oh! what a nice long (slightly soft) chat, that afternoon pass -port into the surf. Foreign service notwithstanding, she’s left in a … Continue reading
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Tagged nonsense that sometimes makes sense, shawna word lists, wordplay
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This poem might never have been written
… , were it not for a message from a distant friend: Hey! Thought of you! Check it out! (insert link to poetry challenge here.) Sure, she’d dabbled. Had inky fingers all her life. Seasons of indigo flow. Teenaged angst, … Continue reading
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Tagged butterfly effect, garden with toads prompts, imago, lungs, moon, speaking in tongues, Toads, unlockable keys, whisper of wings
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Shades
.. pull them closed. how else do you suppose we’ll hide these faded grays, the ways the days fray around the edges when no one’s looking? .. Prompted by Toads.
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Tagged frayed edges, garden with toads prompts, gray days, hiding, masks, pulling the shades, shades of gray, Toads
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Clue
… It’s all in the way her eyelashes fall over emerald green, the slant of her smile. He knows. She winks, thinks nothing of scar -let swirled halls, white sheets; dreams of peacock feathers, plums, and candlesticks lit just right … Continue reading
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Tagged Clue, clues, dance, games, Mr. Boddy, plum candlestick ballroom, Poetic Bloomings, secrets
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Aubade with a Broken Song
… The day’s got yolk on her face again, all orange yellow sun-splotched and watched by gossipy doves, first loves who wish they’d slipped away while the sky was still a scrim. There’s a slim chance she’ll voice herself in … Continue reading