Tag: dVerse
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Lupus Similis Mei
You offer me the harvest bouquet you know I love. I savor their fragrance so much more deeply than you can possibly know. I glimpse the subtle sheen of your sweat. The pulse at your throat, twitching like a hare’s thumping foot, as your pale blue eyes meet mine. Do you truly love me as…
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Free-soaring Folly
How long will free-soarers ignore the fearful, trilling songs of unknown longing from their caged compatriots? How long will free-soarers fly on winds assured off the backs of their caged bretheren? How long before those free-soarers alight on a tree rooted in just soil, and find themselves permenantly perched, while their caged compatriots fly free?…
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A Novel Viewpoint
Billy Collins says that a poet’s job is to look out a window and write what one see’s. As I sit in the sun room of our new second-floor apartment, I appreciate his insight. The closest window overlooks the unique houses across the street. It offers a view of the towering oaks behind them. It…
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Bridging
She lifts her torch to me. I do not return the favor. I’m too busy, stretching across the Bay. Bearing the Golden Gate from which they named me. Offering a way in, a way out, a way across. A way through. There is always a way. choppy water as the micro climate ends the moon…
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An Equinoxal Experience
A blanket of clouds eclipsed the sun. The temperature dropped accordingly. & the restaurant we intended to have dinner in had no open tables for two hours. Tired from our day of sightseeing Rochester, we followed our sorry-not-sorry host’s directions to a Sushi/Ramen restaurant located in the same mall. This one had plenty of seats.…
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Autumnal Deferral
pumpkin spice still these leaves refuse an Autumn slice a steady descent with pumpkin spice filling cups amid scurrying mice on a bright breezy day Nothing nice about autumn denied, save pumpkin spice We fold Autumn into our poems today, over at dVerse. The pub is open! Come join us!
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Rushing it!
Not even September’s end. Home Depot has a full display of the usual monsters. Orange and black enter the scene. Candy displays multiply. It’s enough to unleash my inner “Hulk Smash!” Enough to seize this world & shout “Stop!” Enough. crickets new costumes on sale We’re writing Quadrille #184 Smashing Poems over at dVerse today!…
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Soundside Serenity
A cool breeze blows to shore from Long Island Sound. The leaves of a nearby oak rustle in it. I close my eyes, feeling the refreshing cold sensation on my face. Listening to the soft ripple of water lapping rock. Glenn Island Park may be the Bear Mountain of New Rochelle, as Mira suggests. Right…
