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hereticsloversmadmen.wordpress.com
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| | | | | I gaze into the thousands of twinkling eyes of my dark mother who reassures me, I don't matter. Photo by Klemen Vrankar on Unsplash Bartholomew Barker is one of the organizers of Living Poetry, a collection of poets and poetry lovers in the Triangle region of North Carolina. His first poetry collection, Wednesday Night Regular,... | |
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suzetteb.home.blog
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| | | | | Image credit: Heather Griesbach | Pixabay milkweed flares bloom nurtured in green leaf shade- mortal chrysalis * small bugs and insects sip rainy season drizzles fuelling for takeoff * first firefly flight awakens many a sparkle bioluminescent *A sparkle is a group of fireflies In response to Colleen Chesebro's #TankaTuesday: 24 Seasons Syllabic Poetry Challenge,... | |
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rugby843.blog
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| | | | | sliver moon shines defiantly gold crescent floats in black a brave portrayal witnessed not hidden in clouds *** https://livingpoetry.net/2025/08/25/monday-poetry-prompt-crescent-moon/ | |
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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.... | ||
