Ergo, the Ogre
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Spiked
Spiked like the cherry punch at my senior prom, slower than Sunday afternoon in the Delta, and softer than a kitten’s sigh but with a kick like your Papaw’s shotgun — leaving me with the sweetest hangover that flat-out would not let go. That’s what my first kiss was like.
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St. Xerox
It’s Blue Tuesday over at the dVerse Poets Pub, hosted by Sarahsouthwest. “So tonight, let’s write blue. A splash of blue, an ocean of blue, a shimmer of blue. Gaze into the distance, or look down at the sapphire on your finger. Take us to the Blue Ridge Mountains or the Blue Lagoon. Hand me…
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Waiting | A Jisei
They’re waiting for mea family reunionon the other sidecherry blossoms witheringa final, waning sunset
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Burpington Manor
“Oh, James!” Charlotte gushed. “What a quaint little chalet you’ve chosen…” “I’m so glad you approve, Charlotte,” James sighed with relief. “I wasn’t sure such a rustic ambiance would be to your liking, but I thought it would be marvelously romantic!” He nuzzled the back of her neck while making a purring tiger sound. “James, really! In…
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Limerence
The cinquain poetry form was invented by Adelaide Crapsey and consists of 22 syllables following the challenging 2/4/6/8/2 pattern. The theme is limerence. Midnight fireflies shimmer the sweet summertime breeze. Champagne bubbles tickle my nose We kiss.
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