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Between the falls
I knew the end had come, so on the evening stroll I made you stumble off from the cliff. You never cried… I only had to make sure… as dusk tiptoed closer to your grave among the hills so dry… so dense the underbrush… that where I pushed my way. The giant hush was changed… to soft explosion of your battered body…blood pooling into sand… the first blowfly entering your nostril. Your hair,…
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A sixpence in her shoes
“A penny for your thoughts”,he smirkedso smart, a charmer’s grin and chiseled chinbut deep within his eyes the devil lurkedtemptation growing, she considered sin and seeking shadows walking hand in handbut she was primed with holy water, stakea sixpence in her shoe and all was plannedher virgin sweetness all pretence and faked to lure and tempt the demon to his endbeneath a pregnant moon it’s…
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Shadows inside
Sipping on sweetnessof flowers and sun,swimming in songs of a wrenand the breeze from the sea I still find my solace disturbedby hornets and snakesmosquitos and ticksby sunburn and sandso sometimes I longfor the shadows inside. A Summer’s Day at Skagen South BeachPeder Severin Kroyer Today Lisa hosts the Quadrille at dVerse, and the word is horn which has to be include in one way or another…
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The Precipice
Do.. Not.. Go.. Gentle.. Into.. That.. Good.. Night.. Acts of being humanmake your destiny, find a purpose,chores, resluts, obituary to be. Deny your urge to restwhat comes before you sleepto unfullfill your dreams Walk from cairn to cairnyour doom is somewhere in the cloudsa precipice of forever not The wings of blackbirdssongs of flowers in the springthe wreath upon your…
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Let them lose
Let them ban my books, suppress my voiceand I will turn my back and walk awaylisten to the trees to let myself be free Let them bark about their grape and victimhoodlet their voice grow bitter, hoarseand I will let them ramble ‘til they’re dumb Let them fight their wars in silenceignore but let myself record, collect and savefor a time when tides have turned Let them tie themselves, from lies…
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Lilac and blackbirds
I listen to the blackbirds and stroll in the perfume of lilac blooming remembering the late nights walking home from student parties, I remember endless dusks merging into dawns and returning home with the warmth of kisses still on my lips. So much has changed but the blackbird’s song and the scent of lilacs is still the same. between my heartbeatsin a moment of stillness —song of a…
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Saved by books below
They claimed that books were obsolete, a strainto keep, a home for spiders, dust and moldwe trusted traces, texts in clouds, not drain of ink on paper from the days of old,we were modern, but we failed to seehow knowledge was transformed, and cold unknowing we became, enslaved, not freebecause what was on paper had been changedto fit the tyrants lust to rule, to be our core and being that we…
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Building Branches
You cannot see the groomreflected in her eyes,a cousin twice removedneither young nor handsomenot a peasant or accountant,never had ambitionsand doesn’t know her tongue,not her choicejust selectedby her uncles. She is ticket, road, his purpose,building branches backto a countrythat she never knew. Her veil is heavy,she has acceptedand will not cry.She fans herselfforgets— and smiles. Marc…
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Dig your dog
If you dig your dogyou know that walkingmeans you have to mindthe butt-hole scents,left by hounds or mongrels trace of reek to follow,modify,and leave a markto be, becomea king of lightposts,mailbox-ruler,top-dog in the neighbourhood. Dog with SausagesWilhelm Trübner Today the Quadrille at dVerse is hosted by De, and the word to inporporate in your poem is dog. May 18, 2026
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Compassion is noticing
Compassionis the warmthof torn book pagesslowly fed to hungry flames,by a beggar’s hands,it is the soundof the lonely coinat the bottom of his tin cup.it grows from the reekof unwashed clothesand rotten teeth.it is seeing clearthe lonely dropclinging to a syringeit is the softnessof a pleated fiberboardcarefully spreadon cobblestones. Compassionis a drugstoreclosed at night,it has rheumy eyesand…
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Waste in waiting
When waste is piled ashills and mountainswe call it land-fillas if land itself is lacking,as if valleys, lakesare voids expecting,for something betterfor a new foundationto be part of something newa factory or warehouse forthe brand new waste in waitingwe call products,soon to be another land-fill. Today Punam hosts at dVerse and inspires from the season of Indian artshows to either write…
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Flower beds
Before the frost returned, spring had been kinder than normal. Though the ground was still frozen Aaron knew that the scent of decomposition from the thawing flowerbeds would fill his garden when spring returned again. “Elaine left me”, he had claimed, “left me for another man”. All through winter he lingered in pretended sorrow and the faint perfume from its chalice. Steals and crocodile…
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Never from flowers
From Pablo Neruda Sonnet 17 (second stanza) You are not a mirror where reflected, I,can affirm myself. You are not a watercolored loveor honeysuckled dusk, never soft as dew; but youare oaken-rooted, self-cathedraled, but asair-balloons your being brim-fill me with thehonesty of night, with promises of tea-plantfragrance picked by young Darjeeling girls, and thatsecrecy of the morning hale that…
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Sea foam
Restless in sea foamthe mermaids sing,serenadetangled in kelpa summer songcajoling sailors,windrush theminto the surfinto ebb tideinto bitter brineto be lost foreverin the ocean’s gripimmersed in tearsthey sleep,reposing at peacedeep in a seagull’s call. MermaidMikhail Vrubel Today Merrell inspire us at dVeres with a number of rose names and challenge us to incorporate at least three of them…
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Cherry blossom bliss
She stretches high,skyward with a smartphonein her handto capture a perfect pieceof cherry blossom bliss,unawareof the boys behindgazing at her thighssuccessfullytrying to catcha glimpseof her bloomersas the skirt keepsclimbing her legs. Today we write Quadrille with Merrill at dVerse. The word is bloom and I thought I wanted to have a bit of fun with it.
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Opposite acts
To preserve and sustain,to survive and evolve,to conservewe need the courage and wisdom forchanging with seasonsliving today for what worksalso tomorrow,respecting both selvesand our neighborsbe it human or beastbe it water or grassbe it sky or the sea,always searching for truthin our sensesbeing keen to be humbleseeing ourselves as a partof the love we carryfor each other and earth. Yet, how…
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Breaking the silence
A windless morning, clear and crisp, our tent is still in the grasp of silence. Nothing is moving until I turn in my sleeping bag, and as it slips against the pad, compressing the snow in a cacophony, it breaks the noiseless void of an early winter morning.In winter silence you can hear the gentle sound of snow falling, you can hear the footfalls of mice and the sighing of snow as it settles with…
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