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Bruges

Here are some doors/doorways I snapped in Bruges.

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Getting Through to Customer Service

Poetic Asides – Wednesday Poetry Prompt
“Getting (Blank)”

Getting Through to Customer Service

I punched in the 800 number
and waited
the smooth voice on the other
end assured me that my call
was important to them
I waited
fuzzy music of an unknown
genre blaring through the lines
more waiting
once again assured that
my call was important
made a cup of tea
music, music, music
started a crossword puzzle
ah,at last, a real person
asked my name,
account number,
date of birth,
….. and “how may I help you?”
my mind was numbed by
endless tunes
I mumbled something vague
I was not getting through

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Biding Time

d’Verse  – Poets Pub

Imaginary Garden  – Tuesday Platform

Quadrille # 12 – rose

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Hey bud
isn’t it time you a-rose
sun’s been shinin’ for hours
and you’re still curled,
rolled up tightly
I’m waitin’ for a sign
a little flutter, a waft
of bouquet
this thorny behavior
has me pleadin’
my heart bleedin’
ready for bloomin’ pink

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Collaboration forPeace – 26

Mish  and I hope you find some time to slow down and marvel at the everyday bumps in your life.

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photo by Mish

Ordinary Marvels

I longed for beauty –
collecting it in the things
and people surrounding me
filling the shelves of
my life with shiny knick-knacks
discarding anyone, anything
that didn’t sparkle
and when the glimmer, shimmer, glow
began to fade – showing itself
a temporary pleasure
I began to wonder at the
ordinary – to marvel at the
bumps and thorns that
make life real

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Heart Patches

We’re finding Bits of Inspiration from Amber Rose Tamblyn in the Garden today

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your battery acid words fly through
the air burning everyone they touch
like sparks from a forest fire

they land on my unprotected heart
leaving singed holes where
my feelings used to be

I build up walls of insulating
smiles to protect the fragile
core of my soul and wait

until you have burned
yourself to ashes
then I stitch bright patches

of summer sun and bluest sky
to heal the scorched places
and I move on

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Summer Love

d’Verse – Tuesday Poetics: Summer Starter
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under the summer roses
fallen petals wilt from
tender pink to brittle brown
forgotten as their beauty fades –
will our summer romance
follow

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Walt is hosting a summer party at the pub and has given us some super examples of summer poetry, challenging us to take a line, phrase, or word and create something new.
I chose the line “under the summer roses” from “Under The Harvest Moon” by Carl Sandburg