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Daily Archives: November 29, 2021
Breaking Point
They’ve gone wild(these wayward princesses),bored of bibbidi-bobbidi boo,tired of titles and weary of woo. They’ve decided to break it all down lose the shoes and crack their crowns into a mosaic of glitterglee. See? The world shines better broken. Spoken. Free. ::It’s Quadrille Monday over at dVerse … Continue reading
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Tagged dVerse poems, fixing the endings, fractured fairy tales, Quadrille, wayward princesses, wildling wood
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Dragon Dance Remix
{Abbreviated version, with happyness hangover} Crown hula hoops spun. Dragon hearts won(wrangled, spangled). Howling’s begunwith freedom sung(bare feet, loose lungs). Sipping happy tea,steeped in glee (whiles, smiles). :: Day 27.
adagio
this poem is the snailish one,the long slow hum of something not yet said. it’s not quite ready for prime time, in fact some of its syllables are still in bed. ::Catching up. Day 28.
Next to the Oldest Oak Tree
That’s where they gather the most, the mossand the moments that remind them they’re free. There are three small pines where they’ve cast their shoes. Here they pause to remember their past. And then there’s the moon. Eyes and swords skyward,they whisper thank you to stars, and know … Continue reading
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