Tag: #poetry
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#077: it’s hot (cinquain practice)

not now! forearm hot skin shouted up to the sun their fried antennas signalling for clouds
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#076: heavy
today when gravity called their kin down to the cooling soil all my limbs answered at once
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#074: stitching knowledge back to health (a nonet)

She tightened their inanimate spines the chiropractor of aged books de-threaded by keen readers enraptured by story mending carefully she remembered when wise trees were mere leaves
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#073: that day the weather couldn’t make up it’s mind

L asked her on Saturday morning Between Costa coffees and intermittent rain sprees What she wanted from life (Her Goals with a capital g for the taking) . As they trudged through the park’s swamp-like green She said how she’d sent her mortgage-length memorandums Those manicured manuscripts written by a signatory Who had only experienced…