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paeansunpluggedblog.wordpress.com
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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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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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dversepoets.com
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| | | | | Happy Monday, dVerse poets, and welcome to the pub, which is now open! It's Kim from Writing in North Norfolk bringing you the Quadrille, when we take any meaning of one word and transform it into 44 poetic words. Today, I want you to write a poem ofexactly44 words (not counting your title), including the... | |
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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.... | ||
