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If wooden gates could talk, what stories would they tell? These stories are also stored in hearts that never forget. Hope you enjoy the poem that came through me today. Happy shelling.
Here's a Mirrored Refrain in the Villanelle form (hopefully)
In two decades of decadent living I'd banished all remembrances of the past But the house that I ran from came ghosting Nudging me to go visit one last time…
A Shakespearean Sonnet for you today. Hope you enjoy it.n
Here's a trio of proverbs weaved into a short poem. Don't lose hope-- the road leads somewhere you need to be. And don't be stunted by streams: choose simplicity; the shallowest spot, and cross over. Advice for life: You're right where you need to be.
A poem about A Gallant Wind that rushed up and plumped out my dress. Please enjoy it.
On June 15th, for Tuesday Poetics--Exploring the realm of Minimalist Photography at dVerse, Sanaa Rizvi showcased Glenn A. Buttkus's site "South Sound Minimalist Photos," for this prompt, and adds that you…
I was a good tree climber back in the day. For their fruit-- mango trees, coconut trees, avocado trees. And for seed pods, you could find me perched on a flamboyant tree. What about you. Which trees did you climb?
Some things, one never forgets, and that includes feelings and smells too. For me, Christmas smelled like apples and cinnamon and spices and home.
When the seams start tearing away, it's time to tarry awhile in curiosity. So cut yourself some slack-- pause and get curious about something besides work.
...and the bugs and crickets and beetles, and all the creatures of the night, stopped all activity to look at her— astonished. All, except the giant silk moth. she curtsied dusted…