Acorns My first attempt here had too many lines. This is the second attempt, a poem with nine lines. For dverse. I walked today beneath the oak trees dark, Boughs heavy with their fruit, a harvest for The small and humble. Touch the rugged bark […] Read more …
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A day of mixed blessings Read more …
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Acorns September 10, 2021 / Books & Bonsai Jane Dougherty Writes My first attempt here had too many lines. This is the second attempt, a poem with nine lines. For dverse. I walked today beneath the oak trees dark, Boughs heavy with their fruit, a harvest for The small and […]
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Wind and the stars I went over the same set of words three times this morning and got three cadralore. This is the third one. Time to stop asking. 1. The wind rose and blew away love. Perhaps I was lazy, hearing music where only the night howled. Read more …
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Listening Big Abba fan and so pleased that their come-back songs are so good; Outside the owls are crooning and the night is flowing through the silent trees. Read more …
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Les parapluies de Sunday morning main street ciel de plomb spitting rain piove a melancholy word […] Read more …
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Blackberries’ end And when the blackberries are all gone, the stalks bare, bearing only thorns, where will I go? This late summer’s afternoon I move, quiet, slow, plucking the ripe berries, hearing the rustle […] Read more …
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Newest Book: thicker than water If ever A photo reminded me of this song. I don’t care what anyone says, it’s not cheesy, it’s romantic and Chris de Burgh has a lovely, true voice. […] Read the poem. Storm breaks Storms have lapped up the summer. The dull-billowed Atlantic rolls overhead, while earthfire sinks […]
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Empty-handed Empty-handed I own nothing not even the breath in my mouth the blood coursing the pulse of my heart […] Read more …
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Star dancing Merril’s prosery prompt for dverse included the line: Against the blue cloth of the sky. I haven’t written a prosery, but I’ve borrowed the line to use in a mirrored refrain poem. Star dancing These slothful summer evenings slide Into the night where they belong, Against the blue cloth of the sky, […]
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