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When the Night tremors
When the Night tremors When the bottom of your shoemeets the branch with a wicked snap;pins dropped in, for sure, some sort of ruse.The whisper of the creekfalling madly down the edges of the door;your sophomore hands reaching for the finger and weren’t we meant for something bigger?No dust on the wings of Icarus,no wine left unconsumed;in the blades of green, the veils are thin,the pounding of…
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At the next exit
*Image found HERE At the next exit There will be does, I promise;with a real forest pedigree;The stars will abide to formto be the night’s translucent negligee,and trees will be the captive audiencewith no eyes for the lines of the horizon –except in disobedience,of you, my darling, you,for you is who intrudesand built a highway through the rootsof something very sacred. There will be sights,…
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second sight
Today the Desperado’s are sounding a call for the poetic Super HeroYikes!!! I am headlong into this moment and a stream of consciousness is tugging at my sleeve. Let’s go it say. Let’s go. bazooka joe bubble-gummed me a super powerback in the 70’s when poetry was for old fuckersx-ray-speccing me a laser eyed future gift of sightthat the sidhe would be laughing now if they knew i had not gotten…
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awen
We are called to drink a deep draught of the mead of poetic birth over at Desperate Poets this fine morning. An inspiring prompt from Brendan, titled, “In the footsteps of our Feathers.” From bone and clawfrom dying breathfrom tree root and wingand from eye of crowfrom mystic crystal dewdropfrom river’s lilted moving songfrom ocean’s cavernous wailthe stillness of the lochwombing the deep…
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Lonely Town
Lonely Town is the title of the prompt today over at Desperate Poets and the title of my poem for submission. Why reinvent the wheel? there is only one herein this upsidey townthere is only one herewith his upsidey frownand each single nothing is only just hiswrapped up in the feather of a missed lover’s kissthe drains sing a tinkle-song heartbreak in fallwashing all of the worldsswilling deluge…
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There is a prompt afoot at Desperate Poets. O my Spurs: Desperate Elegies. Have a wander over that way and indulge yourself in some of the finest poetry this side of the veil.It has pulled a poem from me that could be about any one of the women in my lineage or those I grew up with who hail from the same place and have since passed.My maternal Grandmother, Lizzie, is pictured below far right, on…
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Re:noir
Image found HERE Re:noir The night dreams of wild strawberries;Flashlights amuck from chasing horses –blue collar nights, ash is on the pavement,angels long asleep in the lining of my hoodie,walking is soft, mingled rightly with the rush of sewer water,the Moon dropping pearls through the grates,non-chalantly burning like a cigarettethat signed off its once lush soulto die at the lips of a…
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in the genes of us
Our sister poet, Sky Blue Sherry, has offered a beautiful prompt, Indigenous Voices, over at the desperate poets….it has many a layer to it but this particular part spoke to me. ….finding comfort in the beauty around us, whether it is as vast as the sky or as small as a dew-covered spider-web, on a cornstalk by the back fence in the early morning. It must have been walking with me as i visited…
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