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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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Day 6
Found Poetry from source: “Flowers In The Attic” by VC Andrews (pg 18 iBook version). Momma was fairy-tale fresh. A pearly knotted glide. She was small. And intimate. I need another bath. And a splashy dress. Also viewable at Tumbr for PA’s Writers’ Digest PAD, Day 6 “After (blank)“ Afterwards After we…
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Day 5
for PA’s Writers’ Digest PAD, Day 5 “Steal” Small Apples He stole a look. No bigger than small apples, or green weeds. And my heart was his. He, flaxen, fair, and porcelain. Me, his pinpricked doll. This is a reworked piece from today’s “Found Poetry” remix of “Flowers In The Attic” by VC…
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Day 4
for PA’s Writers’ Digest PAD, Day 4 Painter’s Name About Constable This man wrote letters to his wife, signed them with endless love. That same hand loaded brushes with darkest weather, and nature’s trouble, slashed canvas with angry wind and grey contempt. His heart was nature’s fabric. His hands bodiless as he folded pigment greens…
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Day 3
Found Poetry from source: “Flowers In The Attic” by VC Andrews (pg 12-13 iBook version). The Facts Behind Icicles Momma was cut-velvet breathless, all diamond icicles — wouldn’t live two years. I know that now. It was early May, and she didn’t want whining, or crying. It would displace me. for PA’s…
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for Twiglet 120
There’s eternity in waves, as constant as a clock that never stops. A Ginsberg’s American Sentence for Twiglet #120
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Day 2
Found from source: “Flowers In The Attic” by VC Andrews, pg 12-13 iBooks version. Stiff Upper Lips and Other Naff Myths Momma was cut-velvet breathless, all diamond icicles — wouldn’t live two years. I know that now. It was early May, and she didn’t want whining, or crying. It would displace me. …
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Day 1
Found in Prologue: “Flowers In The Attic” by VC Andrews. Also available on Tumblr Hope is Yellow. Like flowers. Yellow as sour gall. I hope I can write, grind the knife. I hope. for Writers’ Digest PA AprPAD Day 1: “morning” That Last Dream Before Waking behind closed eyes daybreak dreams are rising.…
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Found Poetry Remix and AprPAD 2019
Today is Day 1 of National Poetry Month. Two poems a day is target. I am participating in my favourite form of poetry: Found Poetry. Specific form: unrestricted remix. The source material is from “Flowers In The Attic” by VC Andrews. I am also dipping in and out of Writers’ Digest PA’s AprPAD. This is…
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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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