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judydykstrabrown.com
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| | | | | EMPTY HEARTED All those long years ago, it was you who begged me to give you a chance to prove how much you loved me. In the end, I did, opening my heart against the advice of everyone we knew. And when I surrendered that very last part of it, opening myself fully, you proved... | |
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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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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,... | |
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wordsandcoffeewriting.com
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| | | 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.... | ||
