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Tag Archives: winter
(th)inking in thirds
.. She is still left mourning this powdered sugar skin, frozen limbs, a hush of snow. inkin’ in thirds on thursdays.
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Tagged frozen limbs, hush of snow, inking in thirds, mourning, snow, tragedies, winter
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inking in thirds
We find ourselves at winter’s center, speaking in snowflakes to a frozen-faced moon. Photo and prompt from over at inking in thirds.
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Tagged breathing in three lines, ice, inking in thirds, snow, tiny poems, winter
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Girls in Green Dresses Under a Gargled Sky
… They dance in significant circle-sway, lull the moon to come out to play, blow hope bubbles and grin. They begin the melting of winter, the shimmer of spring, summer served with a twist and a hop-skip, too. They green … Continue reading
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Tagged bubbles, crazy for the moon, dVerse, Q44, Quadrille, season poems, spring, summer, winter
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