The Verge of April
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Green twigs drip late into the day,
birdsongs bloom from the windblown.
Soft are the veins that leach from new leaf.
Sweet the prodigal sap that seeps.
Earthworms salt and curl in the o...
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Categories:
snuggery, poetry,
Form: Free verse
The Verge of April
...Green twigs drip late into the day,
birdsongs bloom from the windblown.
Soft are the veins that leach from the leaf.
Sweet the prodigal sap that seeps.
Earthworms salt and curl in the opu...
...
Continue reading...
Categories:
snuggery, poetry,
Form: Free verse
Why December Is Unique
...The twelve months except one
Why december is always being so unique?
Blenched mornings and depressed evenings
A mug of coffee and jumble of books!
The inking of expressions beyond the factual
W...
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Categories:
snuggery, december,
Form: Imagism
Living In Solitude
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She lives in solitude
She can’t be like the multitude
She loves to withdraw into her snuggery
Not as a form of frailty,
But for a sense of purpose
And but just h...
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Categories:
snuggery, adventure, appreciation, career, devotion,
Form: Verse