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Daily Archives: April 29, 2024
Less Taken
There’s a quiet breeze whirling west today and these boots are made for walking on cloudnine while the sun is high in the sky and standing still. I feel like raising cane today. Hey, let’s throw away our maps and blaze a trail. … Continue reading
Posted in dVerse poems, Quadrille
Tagged blaze a trail, Q44, Quadrille, Raising Cane, roads less traveled
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until the ache of april
, the poems gather small,in tiny syllable soirees. on bar napkins and scribbled notebooks in parking lots far and near. dear diaries and journals in the dark. they’ve got their places,but no traces of migrationtoward the sun. no buzz of chaos and camaraderie,community and the care-free spill … Continue reading
Posted in April PAD 2024
Tagged April, April daze, in April she poems, poeming on poeming, writing on writing
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Until the Storm
Before the rain,the thunder was just a rum-bled echo in her chest. She pressed the sky against her brow and filled her heart with borrowed songs. She took her stanceand watched the others dance ,believed it would be enough, somehow. Until now. ::In April, she poems.