Posts tagged ‘imagery’

December 15, 2017

Floating Fish – December 15, 2017 (shadorma)

by Bastet

Floating Fish


cold grey morning sky
first flakes fall
ice crystals
softly blur my world from sight
hills of snow – growing

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November 12, 2017

#110 POETRY =

by thereluctantpoet

By Charles Robert Lindholm

Poetry =

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September 6, 2017

#48 POETRY =

by thereluctantpoet

By Charles Robert Lindholm 

Poetry =

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August 1, 2017

In Days And Dreams

by A. Marie

Follow, and step, and step,
the stepwells of India, imagine the high sun

arcing upon the bare back of an old god, a woman
peeling off the strips of yellow light, and eating them
like pieces of an orange.

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July 29, 2017

#11 POETRY =

by thereluctantpoet

By Charles Robert Lindholm


Poetry =


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May 29, 2017

Saturday Service at the Church of ING

by Nick Anthony

Dank air, thick and heavy
As gaseous molasses,
lazily ferments in this amber rusted barrel
Of soulful blues and bad tobacco.

Faithful, old drunks slowly sway,
Inebriated from breathing kill-devil air.
They sing wailing gospels of woe
In harmony with Lucille on the record player.

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March 6, 2017

in the belly of Morning

by briannadawn

sometimes my dreams arrest me
holding me by the wrists deep in the
belly of the Morning, i use her ribs as
rungs to climb out – i hear the wind sleeping

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December 10, 2016


by John S

There is a slight twinkle
near the sun, and it brings a magic notion

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October 1, 2016


by John S

Knocking about the blue Mylanta bottles
we built forts and cities
in the shadow of a giant.

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February 13, 2016


by John S

In the green, a want
is growing – still and hopeful-
rapt. And knowing that the spell
is brief,

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June 11, 2015

How Be It Dream

by scottishmomus

If, in inner eye

of languid 


is felt

is seen

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March 3, 2015


by scottishmomus

It’s okay to steal the flame and run

From gods, a-hunting down audacious

Mercy given, gift of heaven,

It’s okay.

It’s alright to burn your fingers,

Singe a little, give a little, carry some

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February 22, 2015

~ Trails ~Haiku

by ladyliterati

Cawling of the crow
Misty morning fog ascends
Cattle clog the snow


August 1, 2012


by Sanchari

You are happy and joyful,

in your mind comfortably sorted.

You know what your decisions are,

and the hurdles you have thwarted.

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