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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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madhatterpoetry.com
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| | | | | An ekphrastic poem for dVerse poets pub where Merril features Monet's "The Studio Boat" (1876) on display at Barnes Museum in Philadelphia. ______________ i get the impression... claude is quite familiarwith rivers, at home inboats; mesmerized bylily pads, bridges, andplay of light on water. monet's a mirror masterwho had ripple effect onthe currents of art... | |
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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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judydykstrabrown.com
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