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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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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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| | | | | polar bears ride floeson aquamarine surfaceunder faded denim sky;neon sun glows coollyover subarctic ocean'sdarkest cobalt depths. (feel sharp inhale of chillair from looming glacier) cerulean calm of waterbelies danger below...an iceberg submergedcould sink big ship likecold hearts steeled incyan crevasses of hate. * * * * * Meeting the bar at dVerse poets pub, Laura... | |
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onewomansquest.org
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| | | In my family of origin, the emphasis was on drama - who is doing what, and how they should change it. It was akin to a herd of cats all chasing each others tails. I understand now that this the dance of co-dependency. It's a hard pattern to break free from. Bottomline is that I... | ||
