Golden this heart, this plea no makeshift proposal I am smitten, hard bitten, sold – be bold! Be bold! say you are sold, also smitten accept this proposal this heart, forever golden. (A mirror cinquain for Dark Side of the Moon’s weekly challenge. I’ve also worked in the prompts of Fandango (makeshift) and Ragtag Community […]
Imagine befriending genius – accepting social awkwardness embracing habitual quirks as incubation for enlightenment. If I could strip down, release preconceived notions, agendas, lie naked, exposed, in shallow waters, intimately entwined, unencumbered by sexuality or gender protocols, I would shake this sensual impotency – become one with creativity. As my father, wounded, I am inhibited […]
No sound, no movement the bullfrog obliges lens – I am conqueror, superior – then espy miniscule me in his eye. (A tanka for Ronovan Writes Weekly Haiku Challenge: sound/ motion. Image from personal collection. I am pondering the unanswerable this week, and I think this poem fits – conjures questions about where we all […]
Ha ha…good one!
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Thanks, lol.
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Great opportunity to quit!
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Hmmm…wonder how many sailors smoke? My dad was a sailor and he smoked like a chimney, so that’s my association.
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That’s pretty funny. I’m sure they must smoke somewhere on board.
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I’m sure they’re not jumping in with the sharks for a light up, lol.
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🙂
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So then they aren’t allowed to smoke? 😂😂🤣 Love it!
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No idea – but can’t imagine it.
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Good question!
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Lol.
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