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...
Free verse aubade? I was too intimidated by trying to pronounce "aubade" to actually try it. hah!
ReplyDeleteI attempted one to learn a new form.
Delete"The starlit skies,
ReplyDeleteSequestered
In your embrace,
You
Holding me till dawn."
Beautiful verse, Ruby.
Thank you so much.
DeleteThe embrace feels all the more intimate, contrasted with the openness of starlit skies.
ReplyDeleteSuch kind words Jennifer. Thank you so much
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