Tag: Spring
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11 May: An American Cinquain
There areWings in the treesBird song in the blossomsA breeze lifts the sun, and it warmsMy face An American Cinquain (2.4.6.8.2). ©Misky 2022 Shared with #amwriting on Twitter. Photo is mine.
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3 May
The ferns not quite unfurled. The hostas cupped open for rain yet to come. Two apple trees – one sans blossom, one a white blizzard of buzzing bees. The photo is mine. ©Misky 2022 Shared with #amwriting on Twitter
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GloPoWriMo Day 26: Blithe Green
Spring’s Blithe Green Spring is a superior language,clean and quick, and gearedto come straight at you with itspistons jumping like baby birds,who are twice as noisy and franticas seems reasonable, and thenblithe green wells up in you, mixeswith your blood, and smothersyou with colours bright enoughto blind the sky with its words. And then you […]
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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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Once Upon Virgil for Miz Q.
Found On Elm Street The golden sun is a sticky honey, a driven winter from the hollows of trees. Hiding-places. Like homes. Or sweet sipping-streams. If rumour’s true, you kept warm, and smoothed your fingers in heaven’s wander. Found and Remixed text from “The Georgics“, by Virgil and translated by A. S. Kline. […]
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