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grappling thoughts on the edges of dusk my mind as full as this moon rising up I watch mesmerized from the window's panes as the sky erupts in crimson and mauve hues as the blushed moon rises beyond the skirt of sloped hills just above the curves of the river's beds i can almost hear the swiftness of its current in frames of mind as i watch the eagle swooping downward for a fresh meal memories escape from the corners of lips as i reminisce in the breaks of waves and smiles suddenly i transcend to another time another place frolicking from deep within like a mudlark unearthing treasures long ago lost somehow finding peace in the dusk of this evening i escape the reality of solitude before darkness falls upon me again in the shadows of yesterday April 6, 2020

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Date: 4/9/2020 4:31:00 PM
wow, I think I see a first place coming up with this one, Sandy. So much thought put into yours. I quite liked the limerick I came up with for the topic of mudlark, but I do not know how Kai will feel about it! It could not be more different from yours in form and feeling!!
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Sandra Adams
Date: 4/9/2020 10:31:00 PM
Thank you Andrea, just read yours... loved the limerick :) hugs
Date: 4/8/2020 5:10:00 AM
Nice one. Kind wishes, Kai. I have not judged the contest yet. Procrastination seems to be a result of lockdown. Kai
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Date: 4/8/2020 6:14:00 AM
Thank you so much Kai...what else can one do after a month of lockdown but reflect and procrastinate … if one good thing is coming from this, it's more family time for those who were too busy to sit down and eat together and be involved with their children... perhaps people will emerge more connected after this... hugs
Date: 4/7/2020 7:24:00 AM
So much feeling in every detail ...great imagery throughout, Sandy--A winning poem you wrote my friend.
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Sandra Adams
Date: 4/7/2020 2:57:00 PM
Thank you so much Vijay... my muse is more fickle lately so I am happy when thoughts pass through my pen... stay safe my friend... hugs and blessings!
Date: 4/7/2020 7:00:00 AM
There is absolutely no end to your talent my friend. This was a masterpiece of your thoughts and your visions that so profoundly affect me every time I read you. Best wishes in the contest
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Date: 4/7/2020 2:56:00 PM
wow, thank you so much Chris... my muse is hiding in the turmoil but she has been coming through in depths of thought when she does break her silence... stay safe... hugs and blessings
Date: 4/7/2020 4:15:00 AM
Masterful captivating writing that leaves the reader asking for more dearest, Sandra! Take good care my friend. Hugs xxx
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Sandra Adams
Date: 4/7/2020 2:55:00 PM
Thank you so much Demetrios... my muse has delivered on the more... her thoughts are deeper these days... hugs and blessings XoXo
Date: 4/6/2020 7:17:00 PM
Extremely impressive contest entry, my friend. The imagery in the run-up to the mudlark is so intertwined with your being and your thoughts. I was awestruck, truth be told. Here's to your talented pen. Blessings, Gershon
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Date: 4/6/2020 7:30:00 PM
wow.. thank you my friend, I been looking at that contest all week and my muse just hasn't been up to speaking, tonight I saw their was only two spots so wanted to give It an honest try and my muse ran off with that pen and paper... hugs and blessings!