Startling pic – at first glance I thought the glasses were broken! Your lines, though, suggest the perfect combination, with also a suggestion of the 'half-full' glass of the optimist.
In the Forest
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Source
*In the Forest*
In the forest, Jane listened—
every leaf, every call a lesson.
She said the world is never empty,
only waiting for eyes to see.
...
MLMM Monday Wordle # 445
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always depend push remember whispers legacy each walls history tall chance
liferememberwhen push comes to shovehistory is written by the victorscan be
a l...
Full Circle Moment
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I met my hero one day, when I was newly arrived in Tofino, the land of my
dreams. I told her, when I was a single mother living inland, I read of
her...
Traces of Weariness
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[image: Free Trees Forest photo and picture]
Courtesy of Pixabay
She grows weary in the journey
pondering why roses are thorny
her soles now worn from over...
After sunrise
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source Bright sun exposes everything.
Fascism spreads terror city by city.
Fascism creates its necessary villains and then strikes
Democrats, immigrants,...
Sisterhood
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For Poets and Story Tellers United
https://poetsandstorytellersunited.blogspot.com/2025/10/
Next week, we'll be asking you to write about your siblings …...
1320
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[AI generated using Bing]
*Goddess - A Fold*
I am goddess; if you agree,
How would your adoration then
Befit that i-creature in me?
Would you send suppl...
Loon Lake
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The three of us,
with the late afternoon sun
in our hair,
semi-stuck in the reeds,
using paddles to try to turn
that little pedal boat around,
ou...
Credit River
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the river's mouth is wide open
gently pulsing tides under autumn's
foliage of maple and oak trees
along trail ways auburn & chestnut
fallen leaves...
Writers circle prompt: Transformation
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Dreams (and gassiness) wake me at 2am and keep
me awake, my head spinning, its earth rhythms pulling
on the moon which pulls at the rivers of my body....
Trends
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Trends
Come fall, I grudgingly wore
Mother's knitted, polyester-blend scarves
wrapped around my neck, trifold,
knotted in back, hooded jacket squeezed
as...
Beloved Autumn
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a monsoon washed sky of sparkling blueness
slumbering on pillows of snow white cottony clouds trees wrapped in emerald
kimonos
swaying to the rhythm of g...
2 New Short Poems
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IN THE TIME OF SHORTENING DAYS
The crickets have come
to sing summer out,
smooth black invisible chirring
like planets spinning.
I have fed the little rat...
song in my absence
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*~I am grateful and welcoming of what ‘life’ has afforded me.*
*The love ‘Mamasita’ gave to me and my six other siblings, as a*
*single parent, with mini...
The History of One Life
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Linking with Shay's Word Garden Word List -- The Prodigy
*Come join us!*
*Through many windows life looks out... Through windows rosy with young...
About the Poet
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Collected Works 2009 - 2024 About the Poet
Kerry O’Connor has been writing poetry since 2009. Her themes are
existential and she draws inspiration fro...
Hopefulness
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Cynicism
is the most unforgiving
proof of gravity.
I arrive at
the pinnacle
of the Hill of Hope,
and I stayed up there
for a minute,
catching my...
The Barefoot Peace of Ash Wednesday
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peace, barefoot
walking slowly toward me
floating grey and silver
the Holy flashing through
peace, a gathering of flickering angels
he then she then...
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A Stimulated Mind
by
Belva Staples
*Making things entirely from scratch, *
*Brings a certain sense of satisfaction, *
*Because the uniqueness of a cr...
Time For Testing Testing
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I think it has been a while since the cat posted something here. Who knows
though as time is different for a rhyming rear. What? That doesn't count
one b...
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When I started this blog in 2012, I had no long-term expectations for it. I
simply wanted to provide prompts as a small service to other poets. Over ...
Early morning light
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The sun's early morning light breaks through the bedroom window
And brightens the dim room where I wake from my sleep
Her own pictures on the walls no...
A Note from the Poet
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Excuse me while I kiss the sky....
*Jimi Hendrix*
Dear friends and fellow poets
Thank you for visiting my Skywriting Blog, which has been my creative spa...
I BELIEVE ONLY IN GARLIC
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https://poetsandstorytellersunited.blogspot.com/
*It is mid morning*
*and some salesmonkey in Mississippi*
*is ringing my number*
*ignoring the grave warn...
A Wise Woman Writes a Survival Manual
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Morgue File
by Ken Brasier
I do what I can,
whip white horses into froth
to line a horizon
pull at bone layers
to make spit out of fire
fill you w...
Everyday Table
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This is a poem written for the Midweek Motif on Poets United on “Everyday
Living.”
http://poetryblogroll.blogspot.com/2019/10/poets-united-midweek-motif-ev...
Poets United
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I happened to visit Poets United and discovered two wonderful ladies, who
have given hours of their time to this creative poetic endeavor are passing
their...
Zipline
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I was browsing my Facebook page when a promotion from Toroverde - Jebel
Jais Flight popped up. It was offering a 54% discount from its regular
price for y...
How Did It Feel
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How did it feel
the breath that you held
for heartbeats,
four heartbeats,
a sway hollow knell.
Rattling ribs
till they finally fell
apart - tell me, how did ...
A MOMENT of PERFECT PEACE...
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I come into the presence of still water.
And I feel above me the day-blind stars
waiting with their light.
For a time I rest in the grace of the world,...
Poem: ACCEPT
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*This was written for Poets United's Midweek Motif:*
*Dark Moon, New Moon*
*I have to accept the hurricanes*
*that are happening everywhere*
*Look at them l...
A Lesson in Melittology (or Tea with Plath)
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“You always made the best tea”, I confess.
Something in the method: fanning the bag
In the cathartic lung space ‘tween spoon and china. ...
Lions and Tigers and Bears
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Oh my...
Lion, hats and background from the Midnight Reverie collab from Mischief
Circus; the rest from my stash.
I love polar bears!
Tuesday Poem - 'Agnus Dei' by Marty Smith
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*Agnus Dei*
I carried the lamb in a sack on my horse
It's buggered, said Dad, throw it in the creek.
The creek leaped, dimpled. Small bubbles
whirled, i...
My Parents
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Courtesy: Poets United
When you two fought
you never knew
how I burnt
in your wrath.
I was a water body,
too brine to taste.
But the Kal-boishakhi*** days...
Tick Tock
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Tick Tock
I hear my
Biological clock
Ticking away
The eggs I have
In short supply.
“Yuh nuh have
A child, yet?”
He looks at me
Like fertile soil
In whi...
Sad Eyes
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Photo:SlaRueB weeping in the wind as the willow blows a remembrance of
forgotten times bending branches moves as one as we danced all night to the
Autumn m...
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Another Day
My smoke alarm is beeping
it sounds like my Peach Faced Lovebird
I have missed him for a long time
sitting on my shoulder, nibbling my ear
now...
Cuz Culcha
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Sista,
remember makin cinnamon toast
and chewin back
bitz of the periodick table
like it were vitamins.
knowble gases
hevvy metals
an your luv letters
to Jon...
cheers with life
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*Fill one half*
*in passion*
*Sandy *
*The remaining half*
*in Love ....*
*this is coonect to - **PoetryPantry #287 of PU*
*photo credit here*
*-nuwan-*
Every Scrap
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Life is fragile
You, my friend, are not so
Such a small creature
You have such a
presence
Such a strong grip
on this life-
Claws scratching
Teeth bared
You w...
Ring of Fire by Mary Eliza Crane
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At the wane of a long season of heat filled yellow sky, fire consumes
mountain forests infested, decimated by bark beetles feasting in their own
changing w...
faded pages
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*in the days of mostly easy time, *
*there is the odd reminder of another place.*
*fragrant reminiscence in a flash; *
*passed - but in its wake - a trace....
There Comes A Time...
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when we rethink things. Looking back and reflecting on one thousand
thirty-two posts, six thousand fifty-nine comments, and two hundred eleven
followers ...
What a lovely notion!
ReplyDeletethank you donna
Deletegood luck!
Sweet!
ReplyDeleteZQ
thanks of lot RK
DeleteNicely done Nuwan :)
ReplyDeletethank you so much sanaa
DeleteAnd indeed it's always half full
ReplyDeletethank you buddy
DeleteThat is a combination that works!
ReplyDeletethank you very much dear sherry
DeleteThat sounds like a great beverage!
ReplyDeletethank you mary
Deletegood luck!
Startling pic – at first glance I thought the glasses were broken! Your lines, though, suggest the perfect combination, with also a suggestion of the 'half-full' glass of the optimist.
ReplyDeletethank you dear rose flower
DeleteLove with no compassion..I can't even imagine. Great!
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