Sorry about this comment here. It should have been on your later poem which doesn't have to do with food either though. Anyway, be sure to link a specific poem...rather than just your blog...when you post. If you just link your blog, a reader doesn't know which poem you mean them to read. Peace.
HAIBUN ....Poets and Story Tellers United
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GOOD FRIDAY The sun is shining The sky is blue yet there is always ,
regardless of weather ,a feeling of incredible sadness on this day for
Christians. Not...
Looking For The Light
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When you look in the right place, there it will be.
(I'm talking about light.)
Your eye interprets everything from within.
Blue skies, gray skies, all an...
coaxing spring season
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my mom forgets her thoughts, butterflies in flight
but not her prayers. her rosary beads are bright as sunlight
where do you find yourself at end of t...
Octopus
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link
Meet Kali,
a captive baby octopus,
who spent her whole short life in a barrel
because the public aquarium
had no tank for her.
As she grew,
each t...
Formality
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We set the table
A crisp white
Starched
Table cloth
With blue embroidered flowers
A shiny red tea pot
And our best crockery
Can you tell me a story
She a...
There is Always Light
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[image: Free Tea Light Lamp photo and picture]
In a dream a long time ago
I wandered on the edge of darkness
wondering if light would ever show
the black...
Fairy Tale Of The Moth
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Fairy Tale Of The Moth
*(a 55) *
In the Amazon there's a moth
who lives by drinking the night-tears
of sleeping birds.
By day she's f...
Morning Light
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My home is high up in a castle
with a vista of grass and woodland.
The rising day rims distant trees
and then hits magnolia blossoms—
so sun or cloud co...
The Queen and the Wolf
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*The Queen and the Wolf*
One morning when the queen woke up in her chamber
opposite her was a charming, well-dressed wolf.
The wolf said to the queen i...
oh love, hold my heart
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~oh, so gently hold my heart,
feel its beating on the palms of your hands
cease not holding it for, if you do,
it will no longer love the way i do yo...
Topics: Forgiveness/Spring/Change*
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Note: *I cut the financial considerations out of this essay for a reading
in the Simpson House writing group.
As spring gallops forward with green...
The Suitcase
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I once owned a suitcase
The one which you wouldn't find now
It was sturdy and strong
The top had a brown cloth lining
With leather patches in the corne...
Summerland
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I saw it sitting on an old pickup tire,
a butterfly
with sugar on its wings,
as we were wading
through weeds
up to our waists,
brushing ou...
Melancholy is a Season Not a Sentence
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It’s not just a feather
but a wing note
begging to be translated
with eyes of ink that sees
poetry before it’s written.
It’s not just a thing left
to be...
The Beauty in Scars
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"scars" Digital art by Beth Conklin
Visit her etsy store & click HERE
The poem below is a response to my favorite prompt that is now back for all
poe...
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...
Unfinished ~ Four Sonnets
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Asunder
There is a space for my body here.
I move aside the oxygen, or breathe
it in with many other atoms I never see
and for the briefest moment, feel he...
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...
Weight(lessness)
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As the sun slowly gets to the other part of the world, leaving us in the
dark, some very tiny, little creatures come alive and they fly in search of
li...
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*as such green leaves flow*
*trees fill this summers forest*
*last seasons born birds*
*__So often, awareness marches through your minds time as you wonder ...
April Afternoons
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MorgueFile by GaborfromHungary
wait, spring will find you
look for emergent grubs under the underbrush
when newly hatched birds
are hungriest...
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...
14th
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My blog turns 14. My almost-forgotten blog.
Funny though, a few days ago, someone asked me if I am into photography. I
said yes. Then she asked for my we...
a duck's gonna quack
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*the path round the lake winds like a storybook trail*
*in greenish blue and blue and green*
*and aqua notes that stir peaceably *
*in the pleasance o...
I Can't Please You
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I'm sorry that I can't
Please you.
That I can't bend my
Spirit, my will, my existence
Into a pretzel for you to
Consume and find a bit
Of satisfaction for...
TIME TO FLY
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https://poetsandstorytellersunited.blogspot.com/
*The matter about this matter*
*is that we created it*
*mind create matter*
*mind over matter*
*and boy...
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...
Ages of Entanglement, a novel
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My novel was recently released and is available from various sources. It is
the culmination of two years of writing and revising, so I’m kind of glad
that ...
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 TALE of FORTUNE... SPA's GYPSY CHALLENGE...
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I'm a gypsy
Are you coming with me?
I might steal your clothes
And wear them if they fit me
I never made agreements
Just like a gypsy
And I won't b...
The Paris End of '62 by Geoff Page
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*The Paris End of '62*
In Armidale at Tatts Hotel
in 1962
the Ladies Lounge
became a bistro - but that was not
a word they knew.
The 'continental' had ...
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...
SPA-- Oriental
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Been a long time since I've played here...or played at all. Still lots
going on here, both physical and emotional, but we are looking for peace
and joy wh...
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Life
It has always been
a daring adventure
I lusted on adventure
now I am becalmed
in a waveless sea
It is time to find my
second coming, it is
time to li...
Jazz Moon
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Jazz moon shines softly
in the ebony sky
The stars
notes on a staff
of telephone wires
Waiting to be played
by anyone looking up
My love and I walk
measure b...
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...
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...
Identity Is Love
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*Streaming River is attractive*
*Identity of that river*
*Is cold..*
*Blooming flower is pleasant *
*Identity of that flower *
*Is **fresh...*
*Rising...
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 ...
Your poetry comes out as sn entreaty from within. Very well done in so few words. Remarkable.
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Hmmmm, I don't see anything about food (the topic of this week's Midweek Motif) in your poem. Did you post this one here by mistake?
ReplyDeleteSorry about this comment here. It should have been on your later poem which doesn't have to do with food either though. Anyway, be sure to link a specific poem...rather than just your blog...when you post. If you just link your blog, a reader doesn't know which poem you mean them to read. Peace.
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Deletei'll do correct next time
good luck mary!