Let me dance
my danger
where your dark
has no key
slithering into
the thrill corner
of your senses
pushing you over
the edge
into the abyss
of free falling desires
opening a world
for you
where I dare
only hold the hand
of a few
©MidwestFantasy
Originally written and posted 05/09/2017 on Midwest Fantasy Writes
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Come enjoy this great poem about writing poems!!
And should I deny your existence
with your eloquent whispers
murmuring in my ear while you peer
over my shoulder, what then?
Will you with haste forsake me, leave me again?
With naught but blank paper and pen?
You are a mercurial wench about our poetry;
I am but the instrument to pen our plight.
Author’s Note:Kerry is hosting at the garden today and has asked us to write a 55 word poem about our muse. I chose to have a conversation with my muse today.
Imaginary Garden With Real Toads: Micro Poetry: I am my own Muse
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Source: Possibilities – Afflatus
The full moon plays its devilish game
Finds fun with some nighttime flickery
Illuminates darkness, its claim to fame
Implements her tool, of magical trickery
Word of the Day – Moon
FOWC with Fandango – Trickery
Ragtag Daily Prompt – Tool
Daily Word Prompt – Implement
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dVerse Poets – Open Link Night 241 – April
Photo: melbournetoday.com
Notably, April is autumn in Australia and is less visually distinct, except for the introduction of deciduous plants which change colour and shed their leaves. In contrast most eucalypts shed all year round, and the only noticeable colouring of autumn is the green grass. But in the northern hemisphere it is spring. April means, following the Latin aperire, to open. I’m going with spring for this poem.
She was more than a little shy,
slow to blossom and
reluctant to show,
she clung to the covers of winter
fearing she’d catch cold,
but one warm day she unfurled
her buds so beautiful
limbs slender yet full
her nakedness was
utterly bewitching,
but only for a moment,
what really captivated
was the way she opened
inwardly for everyone
and touched the eyes
of their hearts.
©Paul Vincent Cannon
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Whispering to you In the night’s silent darkness Is all I can want
Source: Daily Haiku – Fri. April 19, 2019 – Poetry For Healing
Move to ease and release
To let go dis-ease
Reach out with a dose of kindness
Attract harmony within
Choose to befriend the self
Sense and share positivity & goodwill
In gratitude of the good .
Know there is always light
Only you have to choose to see it.
As you step out of your own way
You will see the blessings in your life.
Choose the path of love and light.
Savvy
The Reluctant Poet 