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Alice in (Daisy) Chains {Again}

Does the rabbit love her? (The Queen of Hearts does not.)  If she drinks the “drink me” will her heart get caught  up in all this wonder? Will she be late, so late, for a date  with destiny? Will she shrink in her own skin, … Continue reading

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daisy roar

she boasts a mane, after all, the right to call sun to center. white -petalled promises with up -roarious squalls of lovesme, lovesmenot. we’ve got her in our fists, given her too much power. spent hours hoping over flowered phrase, … Continue reading

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Last Petal

.. This poem has fallen in and out of love with her -selves long before this sixth line. She’s daisy-chain tired and yet tried and true. She’s blue. And a particular shade of gray. She really really ……………….(really) wants to … Continue reading

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Scattered Showers

.. He loves me, ……loves me not, loves ……….me, not. Petaled rain -drops settle the score, and she the storm at center.   .. In November, we poem.     

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Silver Bells, Cockle Shells, Pretty Maids

my blood approves and kisses are a better fate than wisdom lady i swear by all flowers. – E.E. Cummings  .. She’s fussing about out there in the garden again, cussing out the flowers. Loves me, loves -me-nots, forget-me-dids. Shattered … Continue reading

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insolent daisies

.. after, she rips the heads off of each and every one of them, with their little white ……..( l i e s ) petals; opts instead for dandelion’s breeze-blown   r   o   a   r.   .. … Continue reading

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Kenning Me Softly

.. Have you met her? She’s a mess -age of murmurmoan, an ink(trovert) blot caught on a cure-ious spinstring, a gypsygonegirl (nevermore) moon(mer)maid of de -versity. She’s paid only in breeze-sigh whisperwhy and skysong spare change. But give her a … Continue reading

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