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Proud Secrets
The winter sun shines weakly through gray clouds
Black secrets hurried into my dream,
They only saw our souls so proud,
Twirled in the wave of an open hand.
Inspired by Emily Dickinson and Sara Teasdale
COMPOSED IN VERSE BY VERSE
I provided the first line, then chose from lines suggested by verse by verse. It was difficult to find lines that made some kind of sense when put together.
Soul Sounds
My soul thrilled to the music of birds
and buzzing bees that lived in the
backyard garden, but this landlocked
soul did not know true music until it
felt the rhythm of ocean moving in the
darkness and heard waves crashing on the beach
—
A Simple Gift
I looked for a love poem to
give to you, but none were
as tender as the gleam in your eyes
I listened for a love song to
give to you, but none were
as stirring as the sound of your voice
I searched for some bauble to
give to you, but none had magic
to touch your soul
So I stand here before you
and hold out my humble heart
—
It’s Valentine’s Day in the Pub
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