Tag: Poetry
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for PB Day 2
A Sonnet to a Lemon Drop It’s like this, I said, you know when you walk through Lynch Gate at St Nicholas’s church, with the old yew tree leaning toward you, and every parishioner for a 1,000 years is buried underfoot, and tombstones lean just like that yew tree, and you open those church doors, heavy…
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PB Day 1
A Spectre Mum was the space between fragile and forever, between fierce and a cheek-swept kiss. There was once a memory with her name, a spectre now. I heard it once, it tugged at my sleep, and then scattered off my fingertips when I woke. If I forget will you forgive me? I passed a shop window today. My world’s closed, windows soaped…
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for Wednesday’s Muse & dVerse
Reflection This mirror grows old. A mirage of flaked silver. Flecked specks of questioning looks where time shines. Some fine young woman of centuries ago looks back at herself, looks to change her past. Looks to the future. And now it’s mine. It hangs on the wall. Catches the late afternoon sun. Reflects through the…
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for Twiglet #111
To Walk in My Shoes I keep my shoes behind the door. Toes pointed toward the wall. Neat. Tidy. Aligned. I once saw a grey rabbit while wearing those shoes. I saw sunlight on granite, and made peace with God. Written for Twiglet #111 “Behind the door”
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A Study in Repetition for Miz Quickly
A Study In Repetition I dreamt the world was an indefinite wobble, days became months and years. I dreamt the world was an indefinite wobble, stinking and broken from within. I dreamt the world was an indefinite wobble, clouds were chiseled by the wind. I dreamt the world was an indefinite wobble, while words teased…
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Twiglet #35
A Change of Heart i am the smell of rain, wind napping in trees. i am lily-clouds chasing light and dark. cool as a shiver, i am a change of heart. for Twiglet #35 “Lily-Clouds”
It's Still Life 