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Daily Archives: February 15, 2017
Ms. Moon Waning
.. She’s straining her golden eye to see the last good in this night, the last gold in this fight, the last gild for her flight. She’s danced all night across this star-stung scrim, whirled at her whim to ebony’s … Continue reading
Because I could not stop
, ghost me a whisper-dawn, scar-curled meltmoon setting in her shimmercloud sway. shadow me a sonnet-grin, an open jar of sparks, spilling bubble-breeze. this rose has thorns. (cue tattered leaves, green, twisted in melted breath.) my friend, fool death. skip … Continue reading
Hidden Hearts
.. Hear the breeze? She articulates her whim. Her will’s another story altogether. Hear the beat? The art we are (our center) doesn’t have a color, ……..creed, …………….or size. Oh, we’ve had it. We’re going out to make some (progress) … Continue reading
Posted in dVerse poems, heart poems
Tagged dVerse poems, let's make mudpies, Poetics, progress, this world makes me tired, too much world
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Duncan Imperial Dawn
.. here’s the thing: time’s nothing but a spinning kite-top blur, with (out) a string. .. prompted by twiglets number 11. come play!
Posted in twiglets
Tagged American haiku, American sentence poems, blur, Duncan Imperial, pulling strings, sands through the hourglass, spinning, string theory, time, tops, yo-yos
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Princess Waiting
.. She’s finally let down her hair, bit both bullet and apple, grappled with gadgets and gizmos and thingamabobs galore, tamed beasts. The least he could do is show up. On time. With a little glint of hope. ………..Nope. … Continue reading