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Ode to a white mug

It had almost been
a wedding gift,
this mug, milky white,
not quite translucent,
with traces of tulips.
The husband had said,
“The green one is mine, 142 more words



I’m still in competition with that one, In love with the past one

struggling to hold on, something’s not done

I let it sit, like a threat charged gun… 57 more words



I want to go to the wild

Pick the berries

Feel the breeze

Smell the sweetness of air

Lay on the mosses

Smooth and safe… 13 more words


Weekly Theme #8-Freestyle

So we have made it to the second installment of my muses and their whims.  This time around though I feel I need to express a warning.  162 more words



Starts in the early morning

Whistling, peeping

For spring has come

Warmer weather

Make them flitter their feathers

Slim down and don their colors

These songbirds… 80 more words


[Being human] 006.

When I look at the sun,
I get spots in my eyes.
The most beautiful things
make us blind.


Live like you won't

So here I am once more in the playground of the broken hearts
One more experience, one more entry in a diary,
Yet another emotional suicide overdosed on sentiment and pride… 318 more words