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Monthly Archives: May 2018
Grad(u)ations of Color, Light
.. We are still learning, yearning for some diploma -cy, some salutatorian sunrise promise. Hold this crimson close, that one in a vermillion horizon to heart; start asking all the right questions: Can I pocket this praise? Can I fill … Continue reading
Posted in poetic asides poems
Tagged color poems, crimson, diploma, diplomacy what I did there, gradations of light, graduation, question poems, sunrise, sunset, vermillion
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Pocket Storms
… I have decided ……………(she thunders) that these last cold drops are mine, …..saved for a sunny day when arched and angry eyebrows know the sky shines quite too bright and I need just one little plop of …………….rain to … Continue reading
Posted in dVerse poems, Quadrille
Tagged elaborate storms, feel the thunder, Q44, Quadrille, rain, rain poems, storms, thunder
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Profile of a Serial Killer
… She gets her kix ……..(turns trix) down on Route 66; picks off the low-lying fruit, loops her fingers through their hair and stares into their ……(life flashes before) eyes before surprising them with the flash of her 38 special … Continue reading
Hesitations of the Dawn
We forget her scar -let dress is just for early risin’, surprisin’ us with all its crimson silk applause. Pause, take a second ………..look , and book a table for two near the horizon. .. Prompted by Poetic Asides. … Continue reading
Posted in Uncategorized
Tagged aubades, crimson dawn, dawn, Poetic Asides, scarlet dress, waiting for dawn
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language lessons
.. i am still studiously listening to the stutter of trees, the Braille of breeze, and the way these feathered things might sway their song. that moon, she’s a teacher. a preacher. a reacher of stars. a quiet far -off … Continue reading
Posted in Uncategorized
Tagged algorithm, birdsong, breeze, cogitating, dVerse poems, hieroglyphics, moon songs, moon stones, Poetics, shy shade, still learning, twiglets
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be:c(l)ause
.. this wor(l)d wants to be a thou -sand poems. ..
muddling puddles
.. gosh, my galoshes are sloshed. i’m gonna need a bum -bershoot to keep my willy-nilly birthday suit(e) saved unscathed from all this mud -(d)led muck. yuck, the sun’s come out again. i miss the stuck-struck spill of my jelly-belly … Continue reading
Posted in dVerse poems, Quadrille
Tagged birthday suit(e), bumbershoot, galoshes, muck, mud, mud luscious and puddle wonderful, muddle, muddled, puddle poems, puddles, Q44, Quadrille, rhymin' and writhin', struck, stuck, umbrella poems, wellies
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dawns the day, and so we lace our shoes
run one. just one. and when you’re done, may ………..-be run another one. perhaps a half. another step. another breath. another sidewalk slap-hum, another strum of heart, another start another way of leaving, believing, grieving, receiving sunrise hope ………by …{quail} … Continue reading →