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Poetic Bloomings: 4 July
“What good is the warmth of summer, without the cold of winter to give it sweetness.” — John Steinbeck White Summers and Black Winters Age has taken the heat out of us. Petals detach, day on day. Aimless as steamboats. Once adrift, we were the sun, bright, a chase of white summer heat. Our…
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Poetic Bloomings: 3 July
“The course of true love never did run smooth” ~ Lysander in Midsummer Night’s Dream I. To Melt There was a time I’d melt. An ice cube In a steam room. A puddle For his broom. For his smile. But I’ve also had lengthy Conversations with trees. II. The Cricket Daddy always said…
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Poetic Bloomings: 2 July
Just a Bit I’d be standing at the kitchen sink. Maybe looking out the window at the blue pots at the rubied-red geraniums, and he’d come up behind me. Like a breeze. Surprise me like a gust of wind. And I’d smile. Just a bit. To myself. written for Poetic Bloomings July prompts
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Poetic Bloomings: 1 July
A July Smile The curtains feel fine playing a tune. Days blowing through the screen, and across the floor. See July smile, a little light shines. Feel her arms, my summer breeze. written for Poetic Bloomings 1 July: Summer Breeze. The text of this poem is “found and remixed” from the song lyrics…
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dVerse Quadrille #12
Just Roses I’m eyeing a hooded parking meter. Its flag is up. Expired. Like some Tranquil step toward death. Across the street is the barbershop. Then the bank. And that’s the whole block. Banks need space for all that money to grow. I just grow roses. written for dVerse Poets Quadrille #12 –…
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Singing for Poetic Bloomings
Édith Piaf When she sang it was raindrops. Falling diamonds. A firestarter with those drizzling tones. Édith, my Édith, a beacon for angels, who made the saints weep. I know her every song — they were like medicine, cured my heart. Words to stop my furrowing rot. I’d become old — dry wood, but my…
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✔️ Poem Form: “Pathya Vat”
Thunder’s Middle Voice Those black crow clouds Just keep rolling, Building, boiling, Then pouring scorn. Our summer storms Are whiskey warm, Like peppercorns’ Heat wakening. We wait, listen, For the lightning, Thunder’s frightening Torn middle voice. For Poetic Bloomings In-Form Poetic form: “Pathya Vat” is a Cambodian verse form, consisting of four lines…
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dVerse Does Summer
What better blessing than to move without hurry under trees?” — by Naomi Shihab Nye The Summer of 1958 Those summer days when the sun grew – those were my spun white flats days. Long as ribbons, a satin sheen across the skies, and the hills soaking up nasal sting of pine, and paths of…
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dVerse: Shun Enu Prayers
Shun Enu Prayers I’m praying. It’s a nightly ritual. Like brushing my teeth, washing my face, pulling off my socks (right foot first). And it’s rained all day. A steady mist, it soaks into everything. Makes the air heavy. Makes my head heavy, too, my thoughts condense. There’s solitude in rain for good reason. And…
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