Anais Vionet Poet Free verse

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tempest pools

tempest pools
he works all day
my woodman
he deserves some play
some interchange in tempest pools

my woodman makes me sigh
he makes me giggle
his pleasure’s my triumph

whatever I do is exchanged for better
my woodman’s prodigal tongue
sparks soul-confirming oaths
I lose myself

Lucky me
I have a woodman 
the gipsy's cool audacity
and I’ve known the charms of love
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Songs for this:
Teach Me Tonight by James Taylor
Everytime You Make Me Smile by Massimo Costa & Mika Logo
I'll Tumble 4 Ya by Culture Club

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Vincine Fallica March 18, 2026 at 1:06 PM Prodigal tongue? Not the usual oxymoron. At least in regard to skills not normally associated with speech. Necessary skills you’ve ‘appreciated’ from your ‘Woodman’. Skills acquired at Yale, or waiting on beam time perhaps? Regardless, I am, . umm, . very happy for you. / <3