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writingpresence.com
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| | | | | wherewithal do I have the wherewithal to start again the golden cord that leads to heaven from the heart? do you have the herewithal to walk companioning, to this, the blossom-linden? do we have the sharewithal to heed the 'cello thread its mellow, dancing-partner, dearest-fellow? © Kathy Labrum McVittie 26 November 2024 | |
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theelephantstrunk.org
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| | | | | Written for dVerse Prosery: T.S. Eliot andJ. Alfred Prufrock. Björn, our host, challengesus to write a poem of 144 words including thehighlighted line from "The Love Song ofJ. Alfred Prufrock". Here is my poem. © Shutterstock The day began in quiet, soft and slow,I woke to see the world beyond my glassAll changed to grey,... | |
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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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keithsramblings.net
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| | | . for Rochelle's Friday Fictioneers photo prompt. . . . "Your generation has no idea what it's missing", said Granddad. 'Now what? Yesterday cassette players, the day before, fountain pens.....' "We had proper telephones. Big, chunky. Not like your flimsy little plastic things. When we were out we called people from phone boxes. We put... | ||
