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Tuesday, October 2, 2012
Monday, October 1, 2012
Sleepy Kisses
"Sleepy Kisses" If she could choose her pathway home, She'd take a deftly patterned poem; Sentimental, with loving tone as full moon shone; as full moon shone. Pitch her soul's song among the stars, swept over cleft, run among bar's musical chart: her avatar strums from afar, strums from afar. The... Sign in to see full entry.
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Sunday, September 30, 2012
"It's Spring!"
"It's Spring" It's spring; it's spring, the birdies sing with glee and all around creeps the columbine vine startling some stately tree. It's spring; it's spring, the fishies spin their tale and swirling near streams, the wildflowers be home for some tiny snail. It's spring; it's spring; the valley... Sign in to see full entry.
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We are studying Ezra this week at Univ . of Pennsylvania
Coda by Ezra Pound O my songs, Why do you look so eagerly and so curiously into people's faces, Will you find your lost dead among them? Sign in to see full entry.
Saturday, September 29, 2012
Fly too high and you may get your wings singed...
"Icarus Grounded!" "What's the problem, now, Ms Icarus?" Some wing-repair guy, down on earth, he spit! He took an old duvet; not decorous... "Spit?" Yes, he's driving me out of my wits! He makes repair to my soiled, sin`ged wings with spit and glue and pretty, shiny bangles. He's furiously working... Sign in to see full entry.
Photo by Casey "Winter's New Dress" Comes winter waltzing in... showy ruffles, filigreed in white lace. (scene: from my kitchen door; Murphy, North Carolina) © Copyright 2012 casey (UN: frabjous at Writing.Com). All rights reserved. Sign in to see full entry.
Friday, September 28, 2012
Live TV sometimes a little too live...
Near Nothingness Red car running road deserted 'copter's spin out of gas journey end erratic feet silent gun screams Live TV Screams silent run erratic gun segment end spent energy 'copter spins deserted road man has run to nothingness. (I watched a man shoot himself on live TV 4 o'clock this... Sign in to see full entry.
Thursday, September 27, 2012
Intuition...Sometimes, that is all you have...
"Intuition" My heart flies by seat of its pants; my sixth sense a matter of trust; 'tis instinctual, like the little bird... Sign in to see full entry.