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Daily Archives: May 7, 2018
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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Utter a Muddle
.. S(p)ring a silly song, be-fuddle me a muddy-muse, so we can s(t)ring along. Cuddleme a cloud-phrase, huddleup in hiccup-daze; hunkerdown in puddle-praise, zipcrunchleap a poem. Fa-La-La a lullaby(e), fall into a murmured sky. Ink. Don’t think. And don’t ask why. … Continue reading
Posted in dVerse poems, Quadrille
Tagged garbled grace, hiccups, ink don't think, lullaby, muddle, poeming on poeming, poems, puddle-praise, Q44, Quadrille, writing on writing
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After You Have Called Upon That One Last Wishing Star
.. , won’t you hold for me a petaled breeze between your teeth, speak some quiet sigh -lence into my hungry ear? will you save for me a song or two ………(a day, a year) from this crushed dawn; a … Continue reading
Posted in dVerse poems, moon poems, Quadrille
Tagged #amwriting, aubade, crushed dawn, morning songs, muddle, muddled moon, poem violence, Q44, Quadrille
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