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| | | | | Kite Days A kite, a sky, and a good firm breeze And acres of ground away from trees. And one hundred yards of clean, strong string - O boy, O boy! I call that Spring! Mark Sawyer Look up! | |
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| | | | | For the visually challenged reader, this image shows a brass key fallen among the leaves in a jungle. You can see a pine cone and needles around it too. ***** Sarah stomped through the autumnal woods, frowning at the grunge of rotten leaves sticking to her boots, then she saw it, gleaming in the detritus... | |
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| | | | | Image credit; Colin Maynard @ Unsplash For this week's #WDYS #WHATDOYOUSEE Poetry Image Prompt, Sadje has provided us with the image above which shows a Caucasian baby around one year old, staring into the camera with her big blue-grey eyes. In her hands, she's holding a wooden block that she is trying to eat. Below... | |
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| | | Time Benders In dreams, yesterday's suns visit. Today's shadows, drought's parched earth, where nothing can grow. I weep. American cinquain form top photo taken on July 13, 2021 Colleen Chesebro is the host of TankaTuesday. Colleen wants us to include sunflowers in our syllabic poetry this week. | ||
