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writinginnorthnorfolk.com
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
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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pvcann.com
At dVerse Melissa is hosting Poetics with an invitation to write a poem that speak to metamorphosis and transformation. For more detail and resource follow the link below: dVerse Poets - Poetics - Metamorphosis of Sorts Photo: found on pinterest.com via bing.com "I gnaw the fresh green hawthorn spray" Robert Graves Mothing I don't want... |
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rugby843.blog
*** A vista of rain soaked drooping garden roses brings to mind the days I planted them, with the hope or maybe it was a promise, they would rise and flourish. The silver droplets ceasing, blurring my sight, as if my aging orbs are not the reason I cannot see clearly through the glass. "The... |
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