alliteration, MLMM, Poetry, wordle

13.so.much.more

watching waiting wander
cloaked in a crevice of craving
my arms make little motion

through an open window
the sea brings her salty odor
curled around a wind

summer sizzling heat
lingering wilt
beads of perspiration
clinging to my core

hunger in my heart
the gristle of time
seashell silent and
the stars roar

enchantingly ecstatic
conservation quiet
mending a missing button
the loner leaves a lot

day 13 napowrimo. MMLM wordle #236

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dVerse, Poetry

umbilicus_blue

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…..

 

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magpie tales, Poetry, short story, six sentences

magpie94.duplicity

somber shelter sincerity, subterfuge speculation, suffocating faceless fantasies he’s not so sure he’ll last another day. cravings for a cigarette his current distraction.

she unexpectedly found herself with thought thinking he was always different. as if this is always as it was. yes, he is just there rummaging about creating an economy of movement.

his difference so subtle only by accident can one catch the commitment in his eyes. living in a halcyon hurricane amongst the quietly unperturbed, they began to gather their sails dreaming of departure.

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magpie tales no 94 photo: Lunch, George Tooker, 1964, Columbus Museum of Art

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