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Ides of March
Sun, red like burning copper rises behind the black sword-leaf eucalyptus. All too soon he is white up above a pink haze. Piercing a veil of sleepy consciousness he paints a huge warm stripe across...
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Boat dream
An anchored boat sits empty and bereft in the silent darkness of a moonless night. Yet his reflection sails and rides the obsidian waters of a barely undulating sea. Steel wires bend and fold The mast...
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Rhapsody in green
Ever so gently green curls crash on sand. I Loves You Porgy weaves In and out of waves In a licorice sound, Breaking my heart anew. Life hangs on In green curls of lichen Bound to driftwood, In...
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The Moth
There is a small moth lying on the side table. Dead of exhaustion I imagine. It is a cross between a dragon fly and a butterfly in miniature. The wing span is not quite half an inch. I have the luxury...
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Coming home
I escaped feverishly from Montpellier and my hotel room. Drove straight through with just one stop for gas around Nimes and a bathroom break before the exit to La Garde Freinet. Wind and gray skies all...
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Home to Avalon
A year ago I burried my father. It has been a challenging year. ……………….. I cannot recognize the cold made up body in the coffin. Touching its nearly frozen flesh, I almost recoil. I stroke the blue...
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I loved you once
I loved you once in the land where horses run free in hidden valleys and where reeds whistle when the wind blows. We were young and brave. I needed your eyes and your smile as much as air and water....
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The Tall Pine
The tall parasol pine stands bleeding In rising morning light. Only time heals. Only the sweet gentle dust of time Soaks up the blood And closes open wounds. Dulled memory obscures signs, Muffles...
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River Silt
The sky is mottled. Shy and isolated patches Of pale blue pop in, out And stretch a bit. But clouds eat them up Ever so hungry. The sun struggles but fails To melt them away. They swarm, Eager to...
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Si … non (If…no)
A while back I wrote Elemental , all about questions. Recently, an answer came: Tired indifference. It came in French first, just like the initial poem so I stayed faithful to the muse, and let it be....
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Dustings
My muse is distracted. She runs to oleanders and clouds tells me to look but says nothing then floats in a narrow sunbeam Dust motes rise and roll particles swirl glide and fall a snowstorm of...
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The Man behind the banana tree
You are there already and yet I don’t know you. I don’t recognize you, the man behind the banana tree of a long ago drawing, a shadow at the edge of my wall. Am I to wonder and muse on then about an...
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A red bicycle
Every once in a while I venture in deep water. With Rochelle at the helm, I follow daring Friday Fictioneers and I plunge, inspired by a photo of hope, courtesy of Jan Wayne Fields. The idea is to...
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Uncertain Skies
Hazy skies hang in a very still air. Is it smoke and dust fabricating mud To spread in thin rags and sloppy spots, Or just the Med throwing her love in the air, A little drop of kindness for burnt...
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Bad moon rising
I’m late to the pizza party hosted by Rochelle who welcomes all Friday Fictioneers. This week’s gathering is prompted by Dale‘s delicious photo. …A bad moon rising That song wafts through my mind over...
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Chemin des Dames (2nd Battle of the Aisne)
https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Le_fanion_du_43e_bataillon_de_tirailleurs.jpg April 16th, 1917 Abdoulaye N’Diaye is dying, tucked between the bodies of two other soldiers of the 43rd Battalion....
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Life is but a dream
I am a stowaway this week on Sunday Photo Fiction hosted by Al Forbes. My mind went to the Titanic at first, then to Three Men in a Boat, and down the river from there. Thank you Al, your photo...
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