Outside
...Outside
Sometimes distant music filters into
night on the back porch, where I swing
near the red geraniums while facing
the fairy lights glowing like fireflies.
Hearing the faraway music remin...
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Categories:
smokily, introspection, self,
Form: Prose Poetry
Predawn, Without
...The wind,
a poetry brushing
my skin.
Ferns painting
ankles
in cool dew
on a hiker’s trek.
The stars,
arranged or
understood as
arranged...
a song not
yet forgot.
An arrangement of
not...
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Categories:
smokily, miss you, romantic love,
Form: Free verse
Opening Candlewick
...Honorable Mention
Opening Candlewick
Patricia Cresswell
she speaks with gentleness to the walls
leaves her memories and hopes in words
between the layers of fresh spring paint
she finds...
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Categories:
smokily, age, appreciation, beauty, best
Form: Free verse