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Wordle #291
Spring Bites We’ve descended into penguin weather again. We were lead into green bell-weather days, where we did a bit of gardening. A few bags of mulch are leaning against the fence, took a break from the digging with a tray of drinks on the terrace yesterday — we ate chuffins and bread, had a…
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Dead Birds and Relics and Too Many Words
Dead Birds and Relics Moths and flames and curiosity; I was drawn to that boxy-solid museum with its grey dullness, and its terraced strong-arm steps for catching slips and stumbles during white-mantled weather. Those were my impressionist days when the world was dipped in a blur, and the busy periphery yielded to burdenous double-door brass…
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As Is … for Poetic Asides
As Bright as Heaven’s Candle * My dad always left the porch light on for me, though Mum said it was so I didn’t stand on the front steps, kissing and giggling and touching, and giving the neighbours something to gossip about. But I knew better. Dad didn’t care about the neighbours; he only cared…
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dVerse Takes a Ride
Double Dare Dare you. Double dare you. Boo! as you do in 3rd grade, the school’s haunted house, and my knees are crawling through prickly air, down around a web-blown maze. I’m blind as a mole in this unmerciful clench. Air blows ghostly sheets and pumpkins growl — I hold myself in this airless sheer.…
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Twiglet #15 “Rushing Water”
Mostly Messages I roll on to my side, looking at the blue dancing numerals on the clock radio, and curse the wretchedness of 4 o’clock. I’m wide awake. There must be a reason why … The bedroom is filled with soft snoring and sounds of rain hurrying into the downspouts. Mum always said that if…
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dVerse Quadrille #28
A Nod to March My daffodils’ angelic glances tremble with suspense. Statuesque stems shivering at the thought, snow forgotten so soon, so absolutely in sun’s gloss of satin and crocus pearls. Spring’s vexed by winter’s squeeze while ladybugs sit cross-legged, prop their chins against their elbows and wait. poetic form: Quadrille. (44 words…
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Building for dVerse
In the Blue I built a home under a sweep of sky, on a dome, on a small knoll of land, on a meadow of laughter’s echo, there I built a home in a realm of blue. for dVerse “DIY Building“
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Common Muck for Miz Quickly
In Pursuit of Common Muck They’re off to buy dirt. You know the stuff that nature makes for free. The garden centre, he says, it’s on sale. You see, she gave him an electric scarifier for his birthday, mostly because she saw him looking at one a few months ago, and the one that he…
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Twiglet #14 “Shedding Dust”
A Season for Feet I have dusty memories of summer heat, my feet swollen and bleating. But my winter feet are porcelain streams — cold and slow — a ponderous white in sturdy shoes. So I wait for summer days with elderberry clouds, and country lanes shedding dust on my wandering feet. written…
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dVerse Haibun #32
It’s spring. The leaves are green lisping tongues, and the faint sun stays low as a lost soul. It sings rather than shines. But that’s March, that in-between month, when winter lingers and spring seems too reluctant. I long for air, and walk amongst finger branches and spreading green that reveal truths hidden from my…
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