Tag Archives: Poetic Asides prompts

Stop Me (If You’ve Heard This One Before)

… So, this poet walks into a ……..{space} …..bar and hyphen -ate hydrates herself with a trochee or two, and begins pledging ………..poems to a metered moon. Soon, the stars are all (g)listening, until they just can’t stop. ……………………Cue ……………………the … Continue reading

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Err, Apparent

… She is holding an un -quiet dragon under her skin, the line -age of whom can be traced back many moons, monsoons and slow gulf stream storms. She has mumbled and fum -bled her way into some smallish spaces … Continue reading

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Snapping at the Sky

She’s bruised, but I can’t tell if she’s abused …………….or just camera shy.   .. Prompted by Poetic Asides.   

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Unspangled Dragons

.. They crave sequins and spark -led shine, bright pieces of sea and fractured stars. Gray scales ache for ribboned river, milky way canyon scars and the sheen of sea glass. We comb the shores in search of strings and … Continue reading

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The Reason She Never Writes About Politics

… is that the moon has a silver platform that never tires her.   ..  

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The Things We Forgot

{Blame the Rain} .. I forgot to tell you that I will always remember the way your grin held up the sky. You forgot to say good -bye, but I can forgive you that for the way the whoooosh of … Continue reading

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Quietus

Oh death, where is your sting? – I Corinthians 15:55 And death I think is no parenthesis – E.E. Cummings  .. We dress it in black. Night. Un -known. We give it a scythe, a sickle, the fickle heart of … Continue reading

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