Thankful – a sonnet for dVerse
I’m thankful for the slanting rays of sun, for moonbeam silver in the mountain tarn. I’m thankful for the mostly silent guns, that people eat and have sufficient grain, that […]
I’m thankful for the slanting rays of sun, for moonbeam silver in the mountain tarn. I’m thankful for the mostly silent guns, that people eat and have sufficient grain, that […]
Books. It had always been the books; books were sunshine; books were freedom. Now books were warmth; warmth for frozen fingers. Warmth in winter of his concrete dwelling. He had […]
“I need rhinestone ballet-shoes” the faerie elephant exclaimed unfolding million butterflies of sparkling wings while dancing foxtrot with the purple moose. “and a Stetson hat in pink – with that […]
In oscine song and frangipani whiffs the missing part is what he sees Mikado‘s craving ichor of the gods, to live forever is his quest. He cannot hear the birds. […]
Originally posted on Weekly #lqw wordle:
frangipani ichor mikado silurian tendon oscine mise I have not had the time and energy to write anything myself on these words.. I admire…
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