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 |   Scanty snippets on/of poetry |
A poet has to manifest herself in a safe environment. This is such a place for my early baby steps. The wonders of the world and my inner thoughts mingle. They become one. It’s a journey of the soul, a spark of the mind, and a bit of spit. For more "Poet @ Work 2"  [18+], "In honest simple verse" [E]  On the other hand: it might be a brooding place for challenges and poetry contests, some of which required ONE STAR RATING. (In case somebody wonders about the
 gracing this blog) A large group of writers participated in this challenge that required to rate as low as possible. So, it doesn't mean this blog is a bad blog or that they reviewed mean, it was required and this is the consequence. Alas! |
| A dancer, jingling as he moves (watching, you think of cultural identity) Ropes begin to move, slowly over the stage Bells shaped into bullets Foreboding words: the ending of the world An intense relentless crescendo of violin, saxophone The stage blackens Floating ethereal beings acutely aware of the descent into chaos I am transfixed, already sobbing "The Not-So-Daily Poem" Prompt 9/6 Redaction Poetry (article) |
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