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I tasted an apple Eve knew not, fruit equally forbidden as hers yet so thrilling and sweet I remember its taste long after I gulped it down in haste, only to sour as shame on my tongue. Your were doing a great job of praising the apple but then you brought up that😄 I loved how you transitioned the fruit of the apple to the apple of your eye very well done❤️

That was as sweet a look at the past and incidentally, the future, as time weaves its way through our lives.

Wonderful job, tim. I'm coming around to this whole poetry thing. Thank you for expanding my world. 🩷

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Maybe, drown can make him step on a Lego® brick 🤔

Spring Columbine (Ballad) First there was the constant itching. Then came the awful squirm. Something shifting under the skin, his palm a writhing worm. So nails dug into flesh like hoes carve furrows into dirt and from the gash flowed vital blood, like rain that floods the earth. He drowns in it, or so it feels when everything goes black. For frightfully, a growing thing comes crawling from the crack. When he awakes

A poetic exploration of this glorious thing called life.

That time from late August to October is special. And so are apples, in their many manifestations.

These are all works I edited with my Poetry Studio class. It was great having so many beta readers, and I think the works are better for it. Submitted to the GA 2024 Poetry Anthology!

Breathless I hunger for that which renders me breathless, erupting my skin in pebbled bliss and inducing a salty sheen of sweat, the taste on the tongue an explosion of carnal delight Slick moisture adorning scalps, sleek, taut flanks, and pooling along furrowed muscle as my skin absorbs the scent of another, changing my own to a heady mixture telling me I’m part of a whole Ravenous fingers slide, glide, grip and explor

Heavy jackets, hats, and scarves weigh down the coat rack, and underneath boots stand in muddy puddles of molten snow. Brr... Water drips rhythmically down the slicker's sleeve, narrowly avoiding the wellies leaning against the trunk of the lighter coatrack. Hope. A worn straw hat hangs on the hook by the door and sways with the salty breeze that comes through the open windows bringing the scent of roses, lilac, and sunscreen. Colorful flip-flops lie haphazardly in a pile of sand

1. As I look at my life, I grope unseeing for tomorrow The future is unviewable; a blizzard of blinding milkiness and brutal wind, white noise and banshees As I look at my life, I flounder in blinkers Behind, the past is stark, a heated desert, shimmering sand and fluid mirages carry both truth and lies I shield widened eyes as I look at my life The present is a cool green oasis safe and sheltering, filled with strife and hope 2. Time is oft quoted

Into the Past Salt on the breezy wind around us I feel the sand between my toes and listen to the waves crashing on the shore Sweat drips from my brow as I stand and cheer as the air is ripped apart by the crack of a bat connecting hard Sunny days stretch out endlessly as my youth remains blissfully ignorant of the ravages of time Frosty mornings greet me as the school bell beckons Inside we learn to read and count as our fading daydreams drift away Fie

Abundance hangs down low and heavy, burdened with summer’s recollection of dandelions glowing yellow, then fading to blow away on a deep green breeze, and of bees in the blooms making love. ~ ~ ~ I sing a song of apples on the branch, of baskets filled to avalanche, and gloried, storied flavors everywhere, a feast for senses, past compare. If hunger pains I need to swiftly squash, I’ll choose a shiny McIntosh; bu

Five poems inspired by the elemental forces of time and nature.

Just some fleeting thoughts.

It's not just the weather that changes with the seasons. A collaboration between Valkyrie and Aditus.

It's week three of our 2024 poetry anthology - Seasons, and we have six more poems and poem collections to enjoy! Be sure to leave a comment or review for the poet. A reminder that I will be on vacation from April 7-22nd with limited availability to be on site, so please direct any technical issues to @Myr @wildone or @Cia

edentate - an adjective

Edible is a state of mind. Never, however, have I ever eaten underwear, whether that was its intended function or not.

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