Category: Words

This and this tonight.

“somewhere i have never travelled, gladly beyond any experience, your eyes have their silence: in your most frail gesture are things which enclose me, or which i cannot touch because they are too near your slightest look easily will unclose me though i have closed myself as fingers, you open always petal by petal myself […]

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#ProjectPoetry (week 6)

Read the previous poem here with FlatWhite blog.  Theme : Happiness. Roll the dice, Spin the wheel, Pick a seat, Skip a track, Point and order. Play your hand, Bluff, Smile. Take your winnings, Stash it, Spend it, Give it away. Sit back, Read a book, Take a nap, Doodle. Make the phone call, Send […]

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#ProjectPoetry (week 5)

Read the previous poem here, by FabulousMommy  Only wild things understand The feel of beach sand. The grains between paws. The flaws. The warmth of a hot rock. The family in a flock.   Only wild things understand That homes can be moved. That seasons can soothe. That the wind chases. That we all creatures […]

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Project Poetry (week 3)

Read the previous poem here with Fabulous Mommy   The cracks begin showing, The silk slips lower down. Porcelain skin, supple, moveable. The curves begin showing. Rounded, peaked. Outlines so traceable. Finger tips become precision paint brushed. A master piece is born. Between you and I. Muse and artist. The love begins showing.  

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Project Poetry (week 3)

Read the previous poem here with Fabulous Mommy  A Day. A box full of photos a tin of trinkets an old song.   A bottle of wine a vase with one wilted flower an empty glass.   An open door a curtain moving with the wind a feeling.   A plane ticket. a plan a […]

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Project Poetry. (week 2)

Read the previous poem here.    I drift out around the edges. In a little paper boat. Made of newspaper, barely afloat. The water washes over. The boat dips and I see a clover. Three leaves, not four. Just on the edge of the shore. Oh little paper boat why are you wavering. As I […]

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Lets write something.

I roped in 3 writers to join me in reviving poetry. I read poetry. Mostly after a glass of wine. After 3 more I try my hand at it but I have never published any of it. It has always just sat in my drafts. But I figure If we do it together it wont […]

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Write.

Write anything and everything. Just write it down. I don’t care if I am a good writer or a bad writer but I enjoy writing and if you ask me, that is enough.   If you are an avid reader of this blog you will know that Cupcakemummy and I have just written a short […]

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Ode to Wine ~ Pablo Neruda

  Day-colored wine, night-colored wine, wine with purple feet or wine with topaz blood, wine, starry child of earth, wine, smooth as a golden sword, soft as lascivious velvet, wine, spiral-seashelled and full of wonder, amorous, marine; never has one goblet contained you, one song, one man, you are choral, gregarious, at the least, you […]

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