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Tremulous
For The Sunday Whirligig: Whirligig #212 http://sundayswhirligig.blogspot.com/ tremulous, customs, wander, holds, separate, love, forgotten, traditional, architecture, woman, city, remember Tremulous Woman alone, standing between two separate architectures. Doric columns of past, remembered loves held in cardboard boxes stacked shoulder-high in … Continue reading
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Tagged black ink, definitions, doric columns, moving, past, present moments, sunlight and shadow, The Sunday Whirligig, tremulous, wordle
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Questions
For The Sunday Whirl prompt: Wordle 203 http://sundaywhirl.wordpress.com rustling, dry, sweet, deck, tear, monkeys, blasphemy, whole, born, plague, will, keep Questions How does one speak of blasphemy? Of a church dealing from double, plague-ridden deck of definitions. One for itself, another … Continue reading
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Tagged blasphemy, church, definitions, face-saving, politicians, questions, sacred world, The Sunday Whirl, wordle, writing prompt
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Fog Isn’t Logical
For We Write Poems prompt 202: Journal Poem http://wewritepoems.wordpress.com Fog Isn’t Logical Saw three separate hawks in quick succession thought of myself and two sisters. Bright red truck on frontage road our maiden name in huge white letters emblazoned on … Continue reading
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Tagged aging, definitions, fog, internal dialogue, journal poem, Poetry prompt, poetry writing, virtues, We Write Poems
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Here, But For Me, There Be Dragons
Here, but for me, there be dragons Am learning to speak myself into being. With a word, a phrase, can change where I’ve been, what I might become. Chart a course by inner compass locked onto stars only I know … Continue reading
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Tagged become, challenge, change, chart a course, creativity, currents, definitions, Dragons, inmost soul, inner compas, map, myth, owned existence, padded paws, plains of tall grass, poem, seasons, shadow, silent wings, speak myself into being, spinning globe, split darkness, stars
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Soul's Music 