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Moonmind

Moving myselfwaltzing to melodiesmoonmindedmindlessly mesmerisedlunaticked wolflikehowling the huesof silver on cobalttransfixedin her gazeI am tethered to sequinsher luster, her sheenmy madam forevermy midnight, my moon. The Wandering Moon – William Blake Today Mish hosts dVerse Open Link, and she has offered us the miniprompt to use the miniprompt with the moon and two different pictures. My…

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Water we are

what we arefrom where we cameand where we soon may drown life and deathpast, present and futurewater iswater was water, an essence of usfrom birthto rot and decaywhere we make lovewhat’s filling the trenches.in Ukraine water, water,cerulean mirrorfrothof obsidian jaws swallowing sailorsreaper and mother water,end and beginningsnow and petrichorwater we are WaterGiuseppe Arcimboldo Today Kim…

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Even later when ...

Later when,by the shore the indigo skyblotches the stagnant seawith lapis lazuli,recklessly I diveinto your obsidian gazeforgetting the silenceleft in the wakeof seagulls leavingfor nests on islandsbeing devoured by twilightwhere drowning is shared. image created by ChatGPT using the my poem as a prompt Today Lilian hosts the Quadrille at dVerse using the word indigo as a prompt. February 24,…

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Dark Crossroad

Dearest, I write these words from the crossroad we made. The sun has set, There are no stars, no moon. In the listless breeze I’m getting ready to leave.  With this letter  I leave a cardboard box. The menu from “Bistro chez Jules”That pink unused onesieThe vase from your mother.My wedding ring and other knick-knack All those memories I leave behind.  You can do whatever you can make of it.A…

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A tome in the tomb

The Librarianrises with visiting sunremembers summerwhen gold beams vacation herewhen skin warms in open fields wearing the years as a cloakyet evergreen to worldly chattelremembers times simpler;joy simmers beneathnever lackluster emerging from the cellars underneaththough his mind in ancient manuscripts beremembers days sunniersymphonies singhis heart beats in dewey decimal. while the world…

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Uninstalled

Wishing for the right,a princessswiping right,and chatand chatto later meeting IRL,to wine and dineto spend the nightrepeatrepeatrepeat and never ghostrepeatto eggplant peachand later after princess, you, is turned to queenI’ll be king for youwithout the app installed. Image generated by ChatGPT – shows a generic dating app. Today Sannaa hosts dVerse with a prompt to write about love, my choice…

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Oligarchy

Now zap with zingthe zillion flingsthe stupid lazy,much too hazyboozers, junkieslazy monkeys. Expunge the vicethe greed, the licethose suckers leechwith passion preachfor patience, gritno tat for titfor them to share.It’s too unfair. Today we play the Quadrille at dVerse with De with the word being zing. I didn’t know at first where the rhymes would lead me, but this is what it…

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Safe with me?

It’s cold tonight, the moonlight’s cruelwhile hoarfrost tingle stars are brightin graveyard’s shadows lurk the ghoulsto maim and murder when time’s right.So maiden dear, don’t be a fool;the moonlight’s cruel, it’s cold tonight. Inside with me, it’s safe my dearI’ll lock the doors and hide the keywith me alone, forget your fearsmy arms are strong you cannot fleeplease do not scream, I’ll dry your…

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Me, Hercules

Me,the bouncer at nightserving the speakeasywith musclestoned to perfection Me, through daytimecleaningmy master’s warehousesor capturing,slaying the beastsof the backstreets, protectingin the nameof my family& my godfather father Me a hero,defender and foeby the reader’sperspectivestill invites youto moonshine and girlsbut behaveor I might enforcean exit into the night. By Glycon of Athens…

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Peeping Tom

No snow, no ice, no winter, still not spring, as we are halfway to vernal equinox we wait both for spring and winter. Midway, in limbo, we listen to the si-da, si-da from the great tits making territorial claims to trees and bushes. On Sunday we went for a walk on unfamiliar paths, and had a wind-chilled picnic dressed in our warm down-jackets, at home we took afternoon coffee by the…

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Nectar

You dress in nectar,in the scentof symphonies,a melody for stringssolo violinand a base of drumsat night the single fluteat dawn the woodwinds blowset in major Cwith minor variationson the cembalowhen we briefly part.with crescendosfrom largo to prestopotions and vials,your nectar follows, leadsme in utmost harmony. PerfumeLuigi Russolo Today it is Open Link Night at dVerse hosted by Grace. We…

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While the Wind

Once what were the voiceof cronestheir winter cackle, our buried summersunnamed abused while wind still moanswhat means, arose the voice of mummersto make us calm, aware of secret caveswhere sea is wild and waves can cream WindYves Tanguy Today at dVerse Kim give us a set of words in groups of four from an Optician’s  card, I used 3 of the 7 groups, and also tried to add a bit of…

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From hinterland

Just a hint of salta gentle breezesweet and slowover farmland seaof rye and wheatfar from shipsand ports wherebread is bakedand rivers diein ocean surfswhere rain is bornto feed the fieldsof growing grains. Summer Evening, Wheatfield with Setting sunVincent van Gogh Today Mish hosts the Quadrille at dVerse where we write 44 word poem that has to contain the word hint in the body. January 27,…

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What it is?

It’s not the ache nor a dutynot greednot sacrificenot possession or controlnot conditional or transactionalnot boundless in space nor in timeit can never be neglectedbut need to be nurturedneither simple nor complicatedneither demanding nor effortlessnever enough when you seek itbut if found it’s forgottennot forced or randomnot complacent not like the seanor the scent of a roseit is easy and…

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Old news

For years,a daily doseof newsof columns and debatereviews of dining, movies,films and bookshas been deliveredand devoured for breakfastalways dividedso I take the artwhile my wife take the news(her subscription — her choice)and in the evening we swapoften todaythe news are already oldbut I have maturedto columns and essays. When I moved in with herthe paper still was a broadsheetwhich made…

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Maybe futile

In vain we try to find our ways in everlasting gloom, we search tunnels for a breath of fresh air, we search, room to room, through corridors for the briefest divine intervention where can we find light In this never-ending shade, though, all hope has dwindled to despair. The elders tell stories from before when living above was still possible, when shadows were a blessing to seek a midsummer…

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Wisdom has left

Torn from its orbit the library vessel,untethered.is freeto seek out a worldwere wisdom is prizedmore than the weightof its ink blotted pulp. Free from gravity’s pull,the knowledge has leftin its wakeonly murder & greed,while humanity’s soulseeks new fertile soilunspoiltwhere balance may thrive. The library leaves us behind – ai generated art Today Sanaa hosts dVerse OLN where we can link up…