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The glossy wind bustles
Elbowing sleepy clouds away
Until the sky smears blue
Then plunging downwards
Jostling summer leaves
Breezing past piqued foliage
For a novel look below
At shaded creamy pages
Inked with bewitching phrases
Resting just a spell
Rustling between the covers
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Glimmering licorice waves
Cover the sun in sleep
Unveiling midnight enclaves
And the secrets they keep
Here an insomnious shipwreck
Groans for a guiding star
Fish darting over the deck,
While ghosts look after the sandbar
Where starfish sparkle mid
Night and concealing surf
Written both for dVerse's Quadrille and Compound Challenge
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Dragonflies supply vat dye,
Whereby tie dye neckties
Dandify shy magpies,
Defying sly butterflies
Plying fluorescent dye,
Applied on bow ties.
Thereby war cries zip by,
Spry allies stand by.
Nearby, horrified walleyes
Clarify, rectify, pacify.
By and by, mollified spies
Buy shoofly pie.
Written for dVerse.
Walleyes are a type of fish. Shoofly Pie is a pie made with molasses.
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| Claude Monet, Woman with a Parasol, Madame Monet and Her Son |
Sun-soaked grasses tangle
With mottled teal blades
Frolicking all together
While buttercups gambol
Startled skirts skitter
Twist this way and that
Folding between blues
Dipping in purple and white
The jade parasol pines
For a place in the sky
Canopy spread wide
Bobbing like a buoy
Rippling clouds gleam
Rich with silver and pearl
Rolling in summer waves
Rollicking across the sun
So the breezes twirl
Whisking through clover
Puffs of ivory and cornflower
Fluttering with the wind
Written for dVerse.
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This fated reel I hold within my hand,
spins once; spins twice; spins thrice; and then again.
Counting out the measure of a life;
the destinies of every living soul.
Whether they be of plenty or of dearth,
tears amid treasure or laughter with lack;
all these, contained within the thread I ply,
come to every mortal both small and great.
I am not moved by reproof or censure,
nor yet by praise or sumptuous libation.
This alone I offer; my only view:
though sorrow aches, it flees; but joy endures.
Clotho is one of the Three Fates of Greek Mythology.
Written for dVerse.
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Effervescent baker Tiffany
Had an electric epiphany
Electing to add an ephah
Of enchanted yeast
To her emerging feast
Expanding her elegant eclairs
Exponentially
Enveloping every kitchen surface eventually,
She exclaimed, “Can I evade excess?
Perhaps there’ll be less,
If I expropriate a nibble.”
Happy Exponential Day Everyone! (The Exponential Constant is 2.7)
Ephah - An ancient Hebrew measurement that's probably too big to put into an eclair recipe, but at least it starts with E!
Written for dVerse.
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Little fluttering breezes
Along the stream
Dither here and there
Teaming with dreams
Bursting forth
With scintillating gleam
Splintering into fractals
Of rainbow beams
Shuddering past the frost
That waits and schemes
Flitting softly away
Into myriad seams
Of consciousness, shivering
With ideas aquivering
Written for dVerse.
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Here comes the mighty, strapping, hardy Thesaurus!
Listen to it bellowing, clamoring, roaring in dissonant chorus,
Along with fellow friends: Dictionarasurus and Rhymesaurus
Lifting up, raising up, their ringing, pealing, thundering voices in sonorous,
Blabbering, jabbering chants that thrill, amaze, and restore us,
Renewing, reinstating, replacing words with tones both dense and porous.
Written for dVerse.
