Hark! The rhythm
Hark! The rhythm. The pellet drum rattles. The dance begins. The creation, the annihilation, the fleeing in-betweens, and beyond these appar...
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The sun was nearly gone. So were the last of his passengers. That was what he thought. Driving the cab at snail-pace through city’s traffi...
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He went there. Daily. Unfailingly. His conversations, Candid, Intimate. And why not! He had Inspired That iron-man, ...
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The 12 inch heel, the confident gait, The measured steps, the sudden halt, The blush on cheeks, the smoldering eyes, The hands on h...
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DeleteLovely poetry and wonderful post for Q!
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artmusedog and carol
Thank you so much
DeleteQuestioning is a good practice. Great poem!
ReplyDeleteThank you Sarah for such kind words.
DeleteLong ago, I had a friend who told me that I ask too many questions and that a lot of them are dumb. Oh well, for her. She also copied my math homework, which was often wrong. LOL
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I love these little nuggets that you share with us, Susie.
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