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madhatterpoetry.com
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| | | | | "Bathers" by Picasso, 1918 *** Three sunbathing sisters from Spain grew tired of rain on the plain; trio traveled to beach but feared dark hair would bleach so learned yoga to ease mental pain. *** Linking to dVerse poets where Melissa invites us to write poetic response to Picasso... | |
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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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pvcann.com
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| | | | | At dVerse Melissa is hosting Poetics with an invitation to write a poem that speak to metamorphosis and transformation. For more detail and resource follow the link below: dVerse Poets - Poetics - Metamorphosis of Sorts Photo: found on pinterest.com via bing.com "I gnaw the fresh green hawthorn spray" Robert Graves Mothing I don't want... | |
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theelephantstrunk.org
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| | | Written for dVerse Prosery: T.S. Eliot andJ. Alfred Prufrock. Björn, our host, challengesus to write a poem of 144 words including thehighlighted line from "The Love Song ofJ. Alfred Prufrock". Here is my poem. © Shutterstock The day began in quiet, soft and slow,I woke to see the world beyond my glassAll changed to grey,... | ||
