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Weekend Mini Challenge: People and Places
Welcome to the Weekend Mini Challenge with Kim from writinginnorthnorfolk.com!
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Heirloom Gardening
she spent the summer bent over
planting
weeding
harvesting
and I watched from my kitchen window
an old woman with a cane she used to search for
beans
cucumbers
strawberries
and I was the beneficiary of her labor
now I am the old woman in a garden
sowing seeds
saved
by her
and I harvest a bit of her with each picking
Of Angels and Monsters – “Listen to them, the children of the night. What music they make!” – Dracula
There are angels and monsters in the Garden
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Choir of Angels
it was the angle of the angels
that made them wonder
a spring in the wings
that made them doubt
the tilt of tarnished halos
that caused disquiet
until the heavenly sound
of three-year old voices
filled the auditorium
making believers of them all
d’Verse Poets Pub: Form for All–Ottava Rima
Frank is tending bar and has challenged us to try this abababcc form
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Gossip
it was a stray whisper, did you feel it
did you see it as it passed through the tree
did it touch your cheek, just a little bit
did it curl into your ear like a plea
invade your mind and there it paused to sit
until words tumbled from your lips to me
with them was just a hint of discontent
a sour thought allowed to grow, ferment
In Case You Missed THE LIST–dVerse Meeting the Bar
Victoria is checkin our lists over at the Pub
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Wistful Gardening
every Spring I make new lists
seeds I want to start
plants I want to buy
bulbs I should move
natives that need divided
I buy a new journal to
track progress
and fails
record weather
bird sightings
butterfly activity
and every Fall I find those lists
tucked in the back of
an empty journal
d’Verse – May ’17
Quadrille – echo
De has us listening for echoes over at d’Verse Poets Pub
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PAD Aftermath
there is nothing left
an empty chamber
cleared of words, rhymes
no letters lying about
ink blots flung on the walls
no thought or even ideas
can be found rattling around
my muse is on hiatus
not even an echo of a poem remains
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