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Daily Archives: January 3, 2017
The Whisper of Birch Trees and Breeze
Jennifer Vranes – “New Beginnings” I’ve decided the leafy path is too straight. I want to get my hands on these papery trees, zig-zag my way through their skins. The year’s all spill -ed out in golden crimson veins … Continue reading
Posted in dVerse poems, Uncategorized
Tagged breeze, new beginnings, New Year, pathways, Tao of trees, trees
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Don’t Talk About the Moon Like That
She’s flat -out shimmer-skip tired of labels, green fables twist-grin breathed. She’s not a bubble or a shadowspill of spark, a cloudcue or a rose-curled scar. She’s got a million miles to dance, jar the breeze, lull-melt herself sane. Her … Continue reading
Posted in dVerse poems, moon poems, Quadrille
Tagged Q44, Quadrille, the one where she uses all the words, the one with all the words
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the small significance of slow beginnings
she is breathing in the new, out the long cold way the sky slants too far south. she is practicing the art of both chai and chi. she poems soft, ponders clouds, keeps her wishes in a jar, curls hungry … Continue reading
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