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writingpresence.com
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| | | | re-wilding behold the contours of thy face sculpted from wood - with easy grace - patrician curve of handsome nose; thy eyebrows light; mouth in repose; engaging growth-rings of the tree, a lion mane's vitality: flaming a-fire, banner unfurled, inspiring us to love the world © Kathy Labrum McVittie 1 April 2024 | |
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livingpoetry.net
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| | | | This week let's write a blue poem. Roses are red, you know what to do. | |
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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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helluvatimesblog.wordpress.com
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| | Lily of the Incas 'Indian Summer' (Alstroemeria) blooming in the shade of an Olive tree in the conservatory. Photo credit: Jonathan Chua. |