Remembering

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FASHION ME YOUR WORDS ~ The way you see it

We’re taking a second look at favorite poems in the Garden
I love Billy Collins and his poem Forgetfulness is one of many that I read over and over again

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Remembering

I don’t worry about forgetting names or dates
I have calendar squares filled with them
wars and generals will not clutter my mind
and maps hold the place of cities, towns, countries
love poems reside in books where I can visit
anytime I feel the need to swoon
recipes, phone numbers, passwords
all written down on paper and flushed
out of my brain – they take up too much room
space that I need for the important things
the sound of your voice,
the feel of your hand in mine,
the way your eyes smile at me

the beat of your heart when we kiss

Heartcrumbs

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Bits Of Inspiration ~ Mi Young Lee
This painting by Mi Young Lee is our inspiration for today

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My lonely heart left
A trail of crumbs
As I walked away from you
Hoping we would find our way back
Or you would come looking for us

Full Circle Gardening

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NaPoWriMo Day Twenty two – a georgic poem

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Full Circle Gardening

They dug out all that was free
That was natural
And imported exotic plants
Or hybrids with no value
But their beauty
They plowed up the meadows
And surrounded themselves
With lawns that must be tended
Then wondered where the bees
And butterflies had gone
And wrung their hands and
Shook their heads
Turned to science to ‘fix’ the problem
And science at last said, “Plant what’s natural”

Brilliant

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NaPoWriMo Day Twenty one – an overheard conversation
There’s a little eavesdropping going on today.

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Brilliant

“I had a stroke” of genius
A flash of brilliance once
Upon a time
Like fireworks in a summer sky
All razzel-dazzel
Bursts of color
Ooooos and aaahhhhs
It was a sparkler of an idea
That sizzled and danced
In the dark until it burned
Itself out and only ashes remained

As The Crow Flies

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Fireblossom Friday : Corvid and sit a while.
There are crows in the garden today

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As The Crow Flies

The crow looked out
Across the farm and saw
The plume of toxic fumes
That seemed to settle everywhere

The crow drew circles in the sky
And watched the bees and
Butterflies struggle to
Survive without the blooming
Wave of wildflowers

He saw the spill of inky oil
Like Rohrsach blots upon
The coastline where water
Fowl and fish no longer swam

He followed streams of shining cars
To factories and smoking stacks
That filled the air with particles
He could not breath then fell
To earth again as rain that will not
Quench Earth’s thirst
The crow looked down
From a dead tree branch
And sobbed, “Murder!”

Swing On

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NaPoWriMo Day Twenty – vocabulary of a sport or game

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Swing On

Let’s take a swing at
This poeming thing maybe
Write a birdie or two (in the bush)
I’ll iron the wrinkles out of my
Sentences if they’re not up to par
Maybe wedge a rhyme in there sometime
Let my muse be the driver until she put(t)s
A hole in (my) one heart and turns it
Green with envy
Let’s take a swing at
This poeming thing
And see if it will take wing like an eagle

FINAL NOTICE

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d’Verse Poets Pub -Tuesday Poetics: Wish you were here.
De is tending bar and wants us to send her some postcards

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FINAL NOTICE!

If you do not respond to this mess(age)
we will be forced to cancel our services
All clothing should be picked up, plates
and cups returned to the kitchen and
trash swept out from under the bed

Sincerely,
The Mumagement