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dVersePoets – Tuesday Come Sail … it’s all about the “boat”

written in a blue language
deep open sea sonata
port of a peculiar pitch percussion

cannot help handcuff desire
navigate in leisure, lower the anchor
cooing at the quiet pitch of soft and stern
spark ignite release

stoic sincerity
the soul starts to sink
decoy deck disappears

catching the underground rail
a link that lingers
hook line and sinker

time and a half later
in the wake of a moonlight night
shimmering sounds of rippling rails

store ones thoughts
in a pure place pivot

poet note: there is a place between boat and water…..

 

holly.news

sunday whirl wordle no. 230

Sweet the extreme
spreads like jam
across the open sky

those lines that lure
flood the unsuspecting
vicious the dog that barks

finite facts flowing fast
a blue stream making music

leftover lost
in an unseen crease
the scheme of serenity

2nd_day.no2

back there when i said yes
really yes without reservation
there was no ambiguity

no need to probe the tomorrows
ticking transmitters echoing back
who speak of repulsive modus vivendi

sky blue was the beguiling color
clear and conscious he was as always
assuring the way forward no turnaround debate

and then when he laid bare
that exiled indifference, that malevolent look
he wasn’t even aware of the snitch

there was no next day wake up
first morning kismet kiss
breakfast brunch served my beloved

revolving written revelation
dreamy devoted dilemma
i can still see animus

defecting disappearance before he returned
sudden scrawny starved love slipped away
still raw was the gift walkaway

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sunday scribbling-2: no 4 waiting for a gift
three word Wednesday: malevolent, probe, repulsive

pickup.magpie

savor the softness of rain
one drop rooted to another
caressing the cares
beneath a dry blue sky eruption

black colored crows colloquy
loud laughter lounges
passersby peek out polite
backseat driver butterfly

baby girl exiguous
scarce the heat of another
delicate desire buried mist
last drop love parched lips

waiting wind wanders weightless
vegetation velocity
sticky stories planted firm
blame a bunch of balloons

footpath approaching
wide open wishes
backyard roaring thunder
a million drops wet explosion

his strength turns my square round
our dark cell dungeon delights
neutral shadows move along
eroded errors engine roar

starting brand new weather
clear calm coming home
shiny diamond ring religion
we still don’t know the way

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sunday whirl: wordle number 119; magpie tales no 179

…when i saw this photo my immediate reaction was to smile… .i could not help but to remember a ride similar to this…

outside.magpietales

i still have a dream
smokefree fire burning
belly deep desire

standing still the sky is calling
on a clear day forever blue
aviator adrift passing perfect clouds

remembering and forgetting
pasting and taping
curiosity cutting for a cure

light with love
wingspan surreal
catching the current

one size suitcase ready
small inconsequential items only
no heavy weight withdrawals

it’s easy now
i still have a dream
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magpie tales: no 172, photo–Charleston Farmhouse Door