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Salt Is A Preservative
Sunday Whirligig – #10 http://sundayswhirligig.blogspot.com/ salt, fault, touch, much, things, springs, ache, shake, strength, length, pain, stain Salt Is A Preservative Pain might be salt poured over emotional fault line. Staining much of its length, straining strength of unmapped rift, … Continue reading
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Tagged destructive, flinch, preservative, salt, stain, strain, Sunday Whirligig, waiting, wordle words
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In Regards To This Waiting
For The Sunday Whirl: Wordle #136 http://sundaywhirl.wordpress.com/ And Poets United: Poetry Pantry #177 http://poetryblogroll.blogspot.com/ In Regards To This Waiting Sometimes wonder if I’m just an old habit. A cycle she occasionally taps to fill up some gap, perhaps lessen her … Continue reading
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Tagged choices, patience, Poetry Pantry, Poets United, posterity, The Sunday Whirl, virtue, waiting, wordle
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Imaginary Conversation
For We Write Poems poetry prompt: Conversational http://wewritepoems.wordpress.com/ Imaginary Conversation You said, last week, that one must earn the trust one is given. “Yes, that is true.” How long should one wait for that? “I don’t know. … Continue reading
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Tagged conversational, imaginary, Poetry prompt, trust, waiting, We Write Poems
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Words Are Magic
Used to wake up in the morning wishing I had become someone else in the night. Someone prettier, wiser, braver, taller and thinner. Someone more driven to keep small commitments, less inclined to lead with her mouth, able to keep … Continue reading
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Tagged fairy godmother, magic is priceless, magic words, never came, not the usual, one is never enough, poem, someone like me, squandering, waiting, wishing
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