Category: Poetic Bloomings
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Sentences for PB
A proper walk requires a red flannel shirt My feet scuff through autumn leaves and moss I want a cat the colour of carrots My secrets sank into a silty lake Two grey squirrels race around the garden Wind embraced the corn, then blew it down. Rain on the lake writes its own song Sun!…
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For Poetic Blooming’s Adventure
IN SEARCH OF APRIL As the sun breaks the cloudy wattle it reveals the high pitched green of spring. Everywhere, its emboldened brush is gilding everything. I forgot the thunder in birdsong, like innumerable feet that trod the ground. My eyes, less than wise, to what stars write for me. written for…
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19 March 2019
Memories of a Wheel of Wind She was like that. A wheel of wind. My mother possessed the kitchen when she made bread. I watched in wonder, her softness of motion as she stood in a white floury cloud. Stretching dough. She’d slap her hands on her apron, flour dust rising like scattered smoke. Everything…
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26 October 2018
Some Candles Never Get Lit I feel an urge to light a candle, for my mum. A scented one. But that’s not allowed at The Oaks Residential Care Home, and my sister says, the oldies forget that they’ve lit the damned things; they catch curtains and carpets alight. And I don’t mention that age-wise I’m…
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16 October 2018
Leaning on Solid Space I am stood on a far shore. Powerless. I smell of old bones. Me, a tiny survivor, a day on the ridge of cold. The 28th day of the 9th month, it was like drowning in a raindrop. The inevitability of it all. And I wonder, did you say, Well, that…
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15 October 2018
As Deep as It Is Dark Its scent spreads. In waves. Mimics the sea. At low tide. Settles around my face. My hair and nose, teases in a voiceless way. I’m four, maybe more, but not much, and I’m playing with my red truck on the patio. The arbour beams are dark with grapevines tangled…
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A Coup de Foudre
An Indiscretion with a Dutch Woman This woman has a secret. She’s been hit by a thunderbolt. Lightning. Love at first sight. A coup de foudre. Goedemorgen, she says. So even toned. I nod. I smile. A lack of mutual language. A smile gets you farther than shoes will a mile. Wie ben jij en…
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A Merciless Sestina
One Day Over Time I’m not always as green as grass. I am without direction, like wind, I’m not always clear as spring’s sky but I do count those falling stars, and make wishes on them, and I wrap myself in hope of seeing the sun rising. I used to believe Revelations, rising up like…
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In-Form: Reiki
(Untitled) Bold, this iron hot, this devil you know. Choice is always an option. ℳ A Reiki form poem for In-Form Poetics and dVerse Does Adages . Reiki: 5.5.4.3 syllable count; no title; rhyme optional
It's Still Life 