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12 April: dVerse Prosery
“The seed of a poem lay dormant in my heart.” ~ from “Winged Words”, Valsa George You should’ve told me. Your first daughter. Eldest. The one you told, Watch over your little sister. You should’ve told me that you were dying. You should’ve known that I was not a fragile flower. My petals don’t fall…
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11 April: A-to-Z Challenge
I is for Inversion In a jar, a smoky dusty scentCharred notes of black pepperand weathered ash.We’ve put the lid on. It’s writing on the wall weather, wood smoke stings my nose. For A-Z Challenge. An Inversion: a departure from the usual increase or decrease in an atmospheric property with altitude. Specifically it almost always refers…
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10 April: A Sea Shanty
A Sea Shanty (tune: What’ll We Do with a Drunken Sailor) To sea to see, today we’re goingMisty spray off the bow is blowingHeadlong in a wind, we’re knowingFish are few today Way hey and up we’re ridingSay hey and down we’re divingMake way our nets are flyingFish are few today. Written for NaPoWriMo Day…
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10 April: A-to-Z Challenge
H is for a Heat Wave July’s a long heatwave.Prickly hot sweat.The air snapped and snarledas if itching to disconnect. It’s a rush of floral scent weather, and sunrise is a pretty blush For A-Z Challenge. Heat Wave: A period of abnormally and uncomfortably hot and unusually humid weather. Typically a heat wave lasts two or…
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9 April: Ragtag Daily Prompt “Bury”
Buried a grey squirrel races down the old oak, marks the bark with its iron claws, chases along the fence, untroubled across the slats, not a moment hesitation, no second thoughts, no tail flash in exclamation, and it disappears into the womb of the laurel, where this squirrel keeps its dregs and stash. For Ragtag Daily…
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8 April: NaPoWriMo Day 8 Twenty Little Pieces
Just Put the Blame on Pigeons And I tell her life is that pigeonthat just fell out of the tree, and she says that it’s sunshine through a daffodil, and she’s eating a hot cross bun,the butter melting down her wrist, and she licks it before it disappearsinto the cuff of her blouse, andMmmms. She…
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8 April: A-to-Z Challenge
G is for Gusty A gusty sneeze. A push.A breeze. A thrown stone.A drum roll. An autumn leaf. It’s lay siege to petals weather,wind under a white egret wing. For A-Z Challenge. Gusty: A rapid fluctuation of wind speed with variations of 10 knots or more between peaks and lulls. Written for the A-to-Z Challenge.…
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7 April: NaPoWriMo and RDP Day 7
On the Kitchen Windowsill There’s a finger-length silver shoe with a notch, it’s an ashtray but never used as such, and next to it a small terra cotta chicken with a wooden spoon protruding from the back of its neck, for salsa I’m told, bought it in Cartagena on a hot day after a miserable…
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7 April: A-to-Z Challenge
F is for Fractus Clouds Fractocumulus, a pretty breathof storm clouds that stretch outlike broken sleep. It’s a tear away,it’s a wind ringing church bells. It’s white as rough water weather,where blue is a gift to the sky. For A-Z Challenge. Fractocumulus: A cumulus cloud presenting a ragged, shredded appearance, as if torn. Written for…
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6 April: NaPoWriMo and RDP Day 6
A Spoonful of Urban White In the echoes of distance, all there, gathered in this milky night, were destined to sombre lament. Their footsteps, a river of invadingsecrets flooding these gritty streets,and dazzled by night’s watery lights. And the milky moon, sharp as a knifebroke through clouds, and thenfaded back into echoes again. A poem…
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