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writinginnorthnorfolk.com
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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whatrhymeswithstanza.com
Rewrite, rules bent.Invite to consent.Aright, we dissent.A fight? Ambivalent.Recite and relent.Acolytes give assent.Respite. We fall content. Despite our diffidence,some incite resistance. Alas, sans consequence.Despot... acquiescence. Dost we protest too much?Nay, methinks we protest too little. dVerse Quadrille challenge: protest. |
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*** A vista of rain soaked drooping garden roses brings to mind the days I planted them, with the hope or maybe it was a promise, they would rise and flourish. The silver droplets ceasing, blurring my sight, as if my aging orbs are not the reason I cannot see clearly through the glass. "The... |
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writinginnorthnorfolk.com
My grandmother always peeled an apple with grandfather's penknife, careful, keeping it all in one piece. I watched it twirl and curl, with a whiff of sweetness, pinched between her fingers. She taught me a rhyme, that we said every time: apple peel, apple peel, tell me true, who am I going to get married... |
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