Blue Dunes of Mars Reddish-brown scallopshints of cyan valleysburrowed between crescents. Deep basins alternatelywiden then narrowin cascading ripples. Peaks gleaming brightlyin the rays of old solcasting shadows below. Cascades yield to thesmooth glowing white moundrestored once traversed. The tapestry tightensrendering valleys invisibleas the pattern disrupts. Red peaks now dispersethe fabric unravelsand valleys push skyward. Windswept […]
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Turtle Hiding In A Shell The turtle cautiously retracts as I approach Thinking his security measure is beyond reproach He patiently waits until danger subsides Before venturing forth without reason to hide In times of uncertainty I withdraw too Often for reasons quite out of the blue Deep into my shell, I pretend to hide
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Daydreaming I’m a dreamer, and I’m not ashamed to admit it. I’ve always been one, for as long as I can remember. Daydreaming is what I’m referring to, not those sleep time fictional visuals that no one can seem to explain. Usually, I’m just dreaming about the future, trying to imagine what my life will
Flipping Frost is my attempt at writing an Opposite Poem of a Robert Frost Classic. Linked to dVerse Poets Pub — Poetics: Flipping Meanings Lisa, aka msjadeli, is hosting and wants us to write an Opposite Poem, flipping the meaning. Choose one of your favorite poems by another poet and flip the meaning on it as
It Needs To Be Over A gloomy scary road lined by carbon-copy trees No branches swaying, a complete lack of breeze Timidly advancing my forward progress of travel New chills emerge with each step on the gravel Daytime here always seems quite inviting Tonight it’s quite different, ever so frightening Moonbeams can’t find their way
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Prayer to Dionysus, God of Wine Oh Dionysus, great god of wine Bestow us the nectar of your vine Thy fruit this season flourishes with zest Please ensure this vintage is the absolute best Fermented and aged to perfection is our fantasy Your wine on our tongues begets pure ecstasy —— Linked to dVerse Poets
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Roads Not Taken – Preamble I was asked to write about my many roads not taken, the notion seems quite absurd, because for every road I took many dozen were overlooked. You may contemplate one, but what happens next? Each fork spawns another (and another and another). If you grasp exponential math, then you know
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They Came to Plymouth Rock They came to Plymouth Rock sixteen twenty was the year although that moniker was not in use for this place now held so dear They came in search of freedom to worship as they please willing to sacrifice their life enduring perils and 65 days at sea Survival was not
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Let a Wizard Do Your Laundry Ask your neighbor, because they have one You’ll want one too, it makes laundry day fun We’ve sold thousands of these great machines The Wizard is the washer of your laundry dreams Inside and bottom of the tub are fully corrugatedA 6-pin agitator keeps sudsy water agitatedThree-quarter revolution of
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Fuck It – I Quit (a Tuscan catharsis haibun) Destination: Tranquility. I didn’t go in search of it, but I found tranquility in the gentle rolling hills of Tuscany. Or more correctly – tranquility found me, as I was somewhat lost beforehand. I knew there was an ache in my life, but I never realized
