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| | | | | Where Have They Gone? Where has it gone, that memory that matched names to faces, attached today to the day of the week by which we call it? Where have they gone- my favorite cape, my car keys and my iPhone, the lid to the butter dish and my reading glasses? Gone with that wind,... | |
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| | | | | The Oxbow by Thomas Cole When silence is drowned by brash noise and soundin nature's lap inner peace can be foundif mind wallows in the shallows of din'tis best then to retreat withindawdling by the silvery whispering rivermy burdened heart at quietude quiversbathed in the dappled moonlight she glistensmurmuring lullabies to anyone who would listengentle... | |
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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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| | | Melissa challenges dVerse poets to write to a quote from one of Leo Tostoy's books... ancient dust thickly lies...obscures discarded objectspersonal mysteries unsolvedhidden in dark attic of soul what is this discovery?!favorite forgotten pillowstuffing needs fluffing...still choke on puffed pride look in that corner boxsomething small, hiddenaway...yuck! dead mouseof musty, moldy pettiness keep cherished photographsof... | ||