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.. You say to talk about her in a new way and I must tell you I am exhausted. She exhausts me. My nouns. My verbs. My inky veins. I have quilled her a thou -sand poems in paper sky, … Continue reading
This place, a lake. I see myself. I float my words. I plow black through silent snow and wait for echo. .. Cool prompt over at Poets United. Come play.
.. : …..a silver moonsmile; ……………….the stubble of stars. .. .. Prompted by Poets United. Come play!
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.. I think I am going to need a permission (Freudian) …………….slip of the tongue to re: ……..animate these tired limbs. Perhaps an ACME anvil(lain) to Snidely Whip -lash my eyes open into the must …………………-ache of the day. Paint-box … Continue reading