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Morning Tanka

Poems of Garden Gnomes – FORM FRIDAY – TANKA
Morning Tanka

dawn arrives in pink
spread across the horizon
a sparkling gem
replacing the dark blanket
night tossed over the garden

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Artistic Interpretations with Margaret – Quilt Me a Poem

We’re doing a little quilting in the Graden



you found me in pieces
worn-out scraps of my former self
scattered and torn
you saw the beauty hidden
in the tattered remnants of my heart
and bit by bit attached each one
to another with fancy stitches
until you had created
a crazy quilt that
covered us both in peace


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A Clerihew for NaPoWriMo Day Fourteen


Guy’s traveled all over the world
Sampling goodies whipped up and swirled
From coast to coast in diners and dives
You’re no one until he arrives

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Sleeping Over

Celebrating Children’s Poetry – Dreaming with Stacie
It’s all about tickling our inner child in the Garden today. Thanks to Stacie for this funtastic prompt.


Sleeping Over

Who giggled the hardest
When we told goofy jokes
Ate all the popcorn
And drank all the Coke

Who turned on the flashlight
To tell scary stories
Then heard heavy footsteps
And smelled something gory

Who screamed the loudest
Hid under the bed
Eyes shut and ears covered
Pillow over your head

Who fell asleep first
Sleeping bag on the floor
I’ll keep your secret
‘Cause I heard you snore

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d’Verse Poets – One Momento from Mish

Poetic Asides
Wednesday Poetry Prompts: 387
“One” poem


a tiny silver time-machine
recovered from a drawer
transports me to a school
playground –
onsies, twosies, threesies
little girls sitting in a circle
no worries except
making it to tensies
where are they now
do they remember
playing ‘jacks’ at recess
or are they now too worried about
grown-up games

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Collaboration for Peace – 47





Why are we backpedaling
While currents of clarity
Still flow at our feet?
How does one drop of impurity
Poison our possibilities?
When are we accountable
For the inevitable,
Witnesses to the destruction?

We are the ripples of hope
On waters, stagnant
The ancient sunlight shimmer
Dancing over shadows
We are the reflections
Of persistent hands of change
And this world did not evolve
Without us


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