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| | | | "Let's go to the nude beach," I suggest, "where they only wear sunglasses." You tip your readers and ask, "Are you sure you're up for that?" I wither under your raised eyebrow. "How about a nice museum?" (for Living Poetry's Visual Prompt for June.) | |
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| | | | Years after the grief a wistful smile arises of you I still dream (For this week's Monday Poetry Prompt and an old friend who died 25 years ago.) If you enjoy my Friday haiku, you should pick up a copy of the Petals of Haiku anthology from Literary Revelations Press. A couple of my haiku... | |
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| | | | Poets live on the outskirts of life all the better to observe from a distance happiness is not an advantage Every community needs four poets one for each of the four winds a leader - a dreamer a sister and one to ride the horses that never lie (Another poem from Sunday's Germination Workshop, written... | |
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