katydid katydid
doodling music
in the margins of my life

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Aubrie Cox
Yay Words!

In only one week
fragrant and full blooms become
brown-fringed and wrinkly.

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Dan Simmons

Leaf whispers, telling secrets to the breeze.
Bees gossip in and out of the majoram flowers.
The air warm, hinting at the sun behind it's grey gauze.

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Charlotte
Chest of Delights

The precise pitch at which my son's voice turns
from whine to cry of pain

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Nikki Magennis

back to black
death plucks a petal
off the daisy

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Virginie Colline

Josie says, I want an elegant dress, a painting of an apple that does not taste like paint, and a silence that does not bore me. I want a mind that does not wander. I want everyone to go away and then to come back and then to go away again. I want to tear up these words and rewrite them. May I do that, author?

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Jade Bennington
Blush of Dawn

in black suit and tie
a thin young man
with a cherry helmet
sits upright on his moped
speeding by

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Carla M Wilson
Wet Leaves

Auntie Joyce

Her knees betraying every one of her 92 years, she levered herself from her chair so that I could hoover underneath.

She fretted about retuning the television. Digital had her beaten.

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Rosalind Broomhall

Broughty Sands

The beach, corrugated by waves,
cardboard ripped from
a hundred birthday surprises...

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Marie Marshall
Kvenna ràð

The sun shining brightly upon the yellow-green-turned plants then tattooing the shadows on the wall creating sun patches.

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Elisa Choi
Harmony Thoughts

Snow Moon

Pale orange moon looms huge, cinctured by thin cloud it rises higher and pales perfectly round and clear: a snow moon.


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Greg
Enchilada's Blog

She dances down the aisle to a song I loved when she was a child. I'm irritated. I want her to stop. I tell her that she's not the only person in the garden department. She takes the bright yellow flowers out of my hands and laughs. "No," she says, "but I am the only one dancing."

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angie werren
this empty nest

yoga
shoulders, already tired from yesterday's
pushups, topple over in
downward facing dog.

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Amanda Harris

From its high vantage point, on top of an aerial, on top of the pub, a blackbird sings its heart out. Traffic hurtles by on the road below.
A woman walks past with a cat in a basket.

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Rosalind Broomhall

I ride the John Deere
son follows with toy mower
cuts his own path

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Craig W. Steele

Her days spent
Counting out the
Many coloured pills

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Angelika Kolompar

Rubbish Day

I have seen the broken chairs,
the soiled, once-green upholstery,
and cried for them like living things.

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Laura Elizabeth Woollett

Crying jag

Blotted on my clothes,
yesterday's poems

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Karuna Chandrashekar
Tinydancer

bright tatters / the last of the roses.

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fiona robyn
a small stone

each note
helps slow my breathing
i cup my hands
they smell
of lavender

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Carla M Wilson
Wet Leaves

i watch him cannonball into the pool
the Rockies still capped with snow

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Chelsea Cullen

late morning sun:
freckled, heart-shaped leaves fall open―
the whole day blossoms out of this light.

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Jade Bennington
Blush of Dawn

shoals of silver-backed
leaves
turning in the wind

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Niall
Dublinepost

trapped trash twirls
inside a sandspout
suspended

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T.D. Ingram

In bed, 2 a.m.

One cold hand, one cold foot
and jostling thoughts like
so many Saturday-children.

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Marie Marshall
Kvenna ràð

This empty cup: You sipped the bad coffee from it, then
washed it for me.

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Kathy in the Wallowas
Of This Place – Wallowa Country

Tucked in my warm bed, a loud burst of rain from the sky. Mom's freshly washed clothes will have to wait for the sun to dry.

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Elisa Choi
Harmony Thoughts

the dog groans
dream-woods dirt on her feet

this milk moon

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angie werren
this empty nest

two ravens on the railway
groom each other
with soft cackles

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m.s. mallorn
one star awake

a new CD,

the notes bounce across the carpet

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Jo Bryant

Fly

Eloquent: the fly's buzz against glass and light beyond, and in the light trees, hills, sky.

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Greg
Enchilada's Blog