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the secret of night blossom…?
What message for me in this fleeting fragment of spring? Street illuminations shift the softness of blossom to the moodiness of night. The pink-white petals cluster in midnight suspense like candy...
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a mistake on a lake
One last chance, you said, to kiss and make up. With a view from a lake, what could possibly go wrong, you said, with promise, that last time before the final time you said it would stop. So much...
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if I were a cloud…
If I were a cloud I would love all my shapes, shifting and wisping and forming with joy. If I loved all my shapes I would welcome all change and flow in harmony with the sky and the stars. If I...
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to my younger self I gift..
To my younger self I gift a sense of knowing I have a right to exist, imperfect and scared as I am it’s alright to be me. To my younger self I gift a trust that life gives as well as takes, that the...
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Scotland in Spring…?
Cast not a clout till May is oot. Spare those sandals ‘til summer proper. Keep your toes dry with shoes and boots. NaPoWriMo 2019 Day 10: write a poem using an expression about weather Pic...
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If I were enough…
If I were enough, I would devour my here-and-now and not hunger for some perfect future. If I were enough, I wouldn’t wish for someone’s fish or scoff at what’s on my plate. If I were enough, I...
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not-so-splendid isolation
what writer doesn’t crave time alone, to write, float, feel free to create in a world of imagined forms yet ‘on your own’ brings up all kinds of stuff: the thought, the feel, the sense of nothing,...
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the rhyme of him and her
he loves her when she’s sweet and juice she is loved when needy and loose he takes offence when she doesn’t give truce she feels tears as he shouts his dues he takes hold when reaching a sluice she...
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a poem for lippy
a mood is lippy on a cup of something crucial a person’s choice of lip shows social preference hear your red and you’re redolent with riches touch your pink and you’re prior to other pinches taste...
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in search of my treasure
my eyes are totally on the prize as I lockdown my life I’m more focused than before and my treasures lie beyond shore yet the urge to mine those gems keeps my purpose on point and aligned
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