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wordsandcoffeewriting.com
The escape to tranquility,to waters rushing and still,to the calm of spacewhere water meets sky:the unspoken whisperof past and futureblurred into one present.Alive in tree roots,polished rocks and wrinkled pine needles,the landscape revitalizesdead souls,calls home life's warmth,and echoes a hopethat reverberatesunder my rib cage. I wrote this poem for the Wea've Written Weekly prompt #167.... |
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jjjinteractivebooks.com
Lostin verdant green;The urge to rollin ground cover beds;To settle gentlyin an earthy embrace;Inhale intoxicating scentsthat draw eyelids heavy;Feel the whispering breezelull to sleep;Wake to sunbeamspiercing tree branches;Outshined onlyby contented smile. dVerse Quadrille #201: Poems ofPlace hosted by De Jackson. |
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brazannemuse.com
On the Cusp of Change Augustearly darknessshows me a route from Earthto journey to the Milky Waystar struckEveningremaining heatstays trapped indoors at nightit ignores wide open windowsto leaveSunsetcovers the treeswith bird song turned to restbetween the scales of mackerel cloudsup highJasminereleases scentupon my sense of timea heady mix as the sun dipsher warmthEscapesto my gardennow... |
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tao-talk.com
As November's globe ticks its way to other orientations, long nights imbalance with ever-shortening light. Today, rain is forecast. Noon's pregnant clouds occlude what scant light there is; and by five o'clock landscape is but blurry shadow as the temperature drops. Dusk, a dingy blank upon which nothing is writ even crows silent moon feels... |
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