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Why Do You Write Poetry….
Why Do You Write Poems When Your Mind is Battered By The World? Why do you write poems when your mind is battered by the world? It is an escape into my thoughts pushing the cacophony of life away for a mere hour or so allowing me to hear my inner whisper giving it space…
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Blackout Poem
humans managed to upset this fantasy. alters the world in our passage. question we ask how like weeping bare wind they carved out a place for themselves to live- destructive landscape. #VerseLove Day 13- Blackout Poetry My Blackout Poem comes from the pg. 131 in the book, On Trails by Robert Moor. It was highly…
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A Crumb Can Be So Satisfying
Joy sneaks up on you, it is appearing out of thin air not making you aware of the delight made especially to touch your soul to set your heart dancing be open and ready to devour a sweet morsel of life, a crumb can be so satisfying. #VerseLove Day 12 A Poet Like Me Today’s…
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Backyard Yoga
Lying outside on comfy yoga mat warm breeze skimming over face as mind quiets, stills during shavasana breath of spring inhaled, body releasing and grounding, Connecting to the sustaining life pulse of our planet- namaste #VerseLove Day 11- Lines In My Prime Prompt -Compose a poem about an abstract concept using prime numbers for syllable…
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My Heart has Flipped
#VerseLove Day 9 Breaking the Rules Write a poem where you break writing rules. I wrote in my journal to get the format. I “broke the rules” by writing upside down and not in traditional lines across the page.
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Something You Should Know…
Something you should know, is that as a child I would hide under coffee tables at the ringing of the doorbell to terrified to greet who had arrived I would cower under there minute after minute, even if it was just my grandparents weekly Saturday stop. Tears would be streaking down my cheeks as I…
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Death, Pain, and LOVE
When we were 18, I told you I wanted to die first. I didn’t want to endure the heart-wrenching pain my mom walked through each and every day at the loss of her dear love of over 25 years. In your youth, you gave the innocent promise to out live me. When we were 24,…
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Waiting for a Flicker
No spark, no flame, just waiting for something to ignite and catch Oh a flicker growing, spreading, erupting to an inferno Writer’s block unfrozen, scrawling to capture creative thoughts. #VerseLove Day 6- Sijo: Korean Poem with a Twist This was a challenge for me today. The true form of the poem baffled me with its…
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Each Stroke of My Paddle
With each dip and pull through the water you propel me into a natural hush quieting my mind and muffling the world’s dissonance peace ripples through my being each stroke guides me back renewed and ready to face the waves of my life. VerseLove # 5 – Poetic Drive-bys Prompt: Think of a person, place…
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Scared to be the Mature Me???
When we makeup, oatmeal dabbing over purple under-eye circles obliterating the tiredness from night, feathering fair powder over chin and cheeks peachy erasing of wrinkles and crinkles, midnight wanding extending, thickening wispy, just being eye-protecting lashes mauve lipsticking the rounded curves popping color unto a neutral canvas. Why do we makeup, why are we scared…
Doodads and Doodles
A collection of casual word sketches about daily life
Collect moments, not things.
Doodads and Doodles 