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writinginnorthnorfolk.com
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| | | | | A stone is a stone.it's reached its final form,it's shrunk, it hasn't grownor gathered any moss, as long as it keeps rolling down an incline of some sort, unaltered, hard, solid, limestone, sandstone, marble, granite, a part of the Earth's crust.Kim M. Russell, 21st April 2025 It's Quadrille Monday at the dVerse Poets Pub, with... | |
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| | | | | 1 post published by Björn Rudberg (brudberg) on July 31, 2014 | |
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madhatterpoetry.com
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| | | | | polar bears ride floeson aquamarine surfaceunder faded denim sky;neon sun glows coollyover subarctic ocean'sdarkest cobalt depths. (feel sharp inhale of chillair from looming glacier) cerulean calm of waterbelies danger below...an iceberg submergedcould sink big ship likecold hearts steeled incyan crevasses of hate. * * * * * Meeting the bar at dVerse poets pub, Laura... | |
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groundtoground.org
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| | | A split foil wrapper, flares back ; like dragons skin against the clear blue sky, when winds blow just so ; Beatific then noticed. | ||