Category: Poetry
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Hot Butterfly
It’s Quadrille Monday at the dVerse Poets Pub. The theme is “quiver.” § § Before you ever touch me; you don’t even have to speak (not one syllable!). All you have to do is look at me and do that thing with your eyes that slow, sexy blink a sweet almost-grin and I butterfly-quiver a…
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La Primavera through Adolescent Eyes
Today’s prompt at the dVerse Poets Pub is to enter the world of Pop Art and describe a modern painting, cultural phenomenon, a product, an icon/idol or mass medium. I failed to follow directions and opted for Sandro Botticelli’s La Primavera, instead. Plus, I just realized this isn’t even a poem. ℵ We join the…
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Jeff & Joni
It’s Quatrain Monday over at the dVerse Poets Pub. The prompt is the word “set.” ℵ Ink hadn’t even set on the weddin’ invites b’fore Jeff was out hookin’ his-self up with anything female what had a pulse. Folks felt sorry for “Sweet Joni” gettin’ knocked-up but what hardly nobody knew was that kid wasn’t…
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Self-preservation
A heart can only break so many times before it numbs itself to pain, joy, love, sorrow. then all it can do is beat — until it doesn’t.
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A Broken Heart
Today at the dVerse Poets Pub, we are to write a poem about anticipation, waiting, or hoping. Delicate snowflakes swirl and sparkle in mid-day sun, dusting her feathers a diaphanous silver glaze. among the frozen foliage her mate finds her and gently shields her with a massive wing puzzled as the snow where she lie…
aka, The Abject Muse 