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31 May 2015
30 May 2015
29 May 2015
let's twist again!
Click here for Chubby Checker singing Let's Twist Again
28 May 2015
26 May 2015
Written for Monday WRites #13 at Gillena's invitation. I had thought to do a first word acrostic, but my opening lines were so short that wasn't very workable, so I ended up playing about with a pattern of (almost) repeated lines instead.
Also shared with Tuesday Platform at 'imaginary garden with real toads'.
25 May 2015
dreaming, at the edge of Lonely River.
Note: A fictional imagining, not autobiography!
24 May 2015
Written as a list poem for 'Friday Recipe' at 'imaginary garden with real toads' (each stanza an item on the list of our friendship's development). Also linked to Poets United's Poetry Pantry #253
Note (re the nickname, now that some readers have worked it out): The person who gave it to me is still very much alive. It was my friend's son, when much too young to be able to say 'Rosemary' with ease. But even he, a man now, possibly doesn't remember, and in any case would not have understood back then how and why others seized on it with delight. But my friend and I remember — as we remember those others who are no longer with us.
21 May 2015
Written in response to the current Midweek Motif at Poets United: Happiness.
20 May 2015
19 May 2015
Oops! Didn't write any erotic haiku in April, being busy with other poems every day for 'poetry month', and almost forgot to post these earlier ones.
17 May 2015
of renewal. I hear them in my deep nights
14 May 2015
to play without fear, and finally conquer the waves.
12 May 2015
insistent on that — no clear view
of what he was withdrawing
from the early morning sea.
it was a bone to be gnawed, and I
a dog with a huge empty belly.
My hunger was a sharp knife.
you could almost smell it: blood.
10 May 2015
as if carrying roses.
9 May 2015
7 May 2015
She wonders, what things
do they learn?
5 May 2015
to lunch and a movie
for his birthday.
He is 72.
time seeming warped,
We enter the highway.
3 May 2015
(I am quite proud of the title! *Grins*.)