Sonnet (Three Sisters)

“Three Sisters” Three wicked witches summoned from the air. To taste the murky evil, they aspire. In haste they double-hex `ed Macbeth’s lair the devil’s twisted sisters in a choir. Their song is “Double, fiery, trouble-burn into the blackened cauldron cast this spell. And now we see the dagger’s bloody turn that surely drips from…

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Autumn Dancer (2)

Autumn Dancer Her Autumn feet now flash across the floor. She spreads her limbs and trembles in her flight. She moves and sways like never did before. Her frost now fails to dim against the light. Escaped, bronze leaf trips to her heart’s delight. She swirls in madness for that love expressed before her waltz…

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“Sylvia”

“Sylvia” With wind upon each page, her ink dries quick and with a churlish lip, she wrote her book. Behind her gleamed a road of yellow brick that shone with choice of words she aptly took. Another poet found, she sampled life but dirty dishes, kids are small cartoons. Withstanding disappointment, she’s a sight as…

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“To Autumn” for Trifecta 33 words

photo by jacqueline casey “To Autumn” Autumn, you bring solace born of cooing as we mourn. You bring muted, painted sky. Gray-blue were his eyes. Sweet Autumn’s leaf Oh, purple grief hear my call, companion for his sleep. Apostrophe:  A Poem which is directly addressed to a person or thing (often absent). An example is…

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Gwawdodyn entry for Writer’s Digest Contest

        Farewell to Avalon Above the trees, he hears the breeze hum. Rowing his boat; we see a phantom. Wisteria worn upon his lapel. His spirit swells as mandolin strums. ‘Oer the water, this gallant roamed free ’til near the stone church, Saints by the Sea, he saw her;  she shone bright as Avalon; his…

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For Bloom site: Looking forward; looking back…

  “This Day” I sit in spaces that I call my Now yet know there was a past. I lived there, too. I’ve photos of the longings and the vows; I’ve closed that book and start each day, anew. “You must go on when all your love is lost” so say life’s tomes; some shrewd…

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