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I spend a long time in the park stuffing my pockets, and on the way back, I buy several boxes of matches at the kiosk.
It is time for undersized horses and oversized ants. It is time for hedgehogs and spiders to be friends.
It is time for chestnut animals.
Posted by Beatrix MGN on October 19, 2017
https://abolg.wordpress.com/2017/10/19/autumn/
Rummaging through some old poems again, I found this one, which I found rather sweet.
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Tap tappa tap
Music plays
A breeze blows
And he taps his feet
Chirpy chirp chirp
She whistles
Dark clouds gather
And birds sing in the bushes
Drip, drip, patta patta pat
They laugh and seek refuge
Hair clings
And the rain comes plunging down.
Posted by Beatrix MGN on October 17, 2017
https://abolg.wordpress.com/2017/10/17/tap-tappa-tap/
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Hand on the windowpane,
I look in at the stranger on the sofa.
Her empty eyes are turned to the solid-white sky.
Are there any thoughts behind that blank stare?
I shiver.
Then with a jerk, I am in the sofa,
Inhabiting the head turned towards the clouds.
I look down and see unfamiliar hands writing.
Posted by Beatrix MGN on October 13, 2017
https://abolg.wordpress.com/2017/10/13/two-small-eerie-ones-2-of-2/
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The painting reminds me of the Mona Lisa.
A woman sits in the foreground.
A smeared landscape behind her.
A slight blush in her cheeks.
She is very naturalistic.
I have heard that some people do not like pictures like the Mona Lisa.
They are bothered by how the eyes seem to follow one around.
However, the eyes in this portrait do not follow me anywhere.
They only follow my sister.
Posted by Beatrix MGN on October 12, 2017
https://abolg.wordpress.com/2017/10/12/two-small-eerie-ones-1-of-2/
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I should appreciate it when life stirs
I should take the opportunity to whisper in its ear
Or let it stroke my hair
But I really need my eight hours of sleep
Posted by Beatrix MGN on October 11, 2017
https://abolg.wordpress.com/2017/10/11/life-stirred-4-of-4/
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They lay like dead on silk sheets
A mosquito landed on a bare buttock and life stirred
However, it was not enough for a resurrection
Posted by Beatrix MGN on October 10, 2017
https://abolg.wordpress.com/2017/10/10/life-stirred-3-of-4/
She wove reed-fingers
Into baskets for carrying her withered roses
A bud blossomed as life stirred
Posted by Beatrix MGN on October 9, 2017
https://abolg.wordpress.com/2017/10/09/life-stirred-2-of-4/
The following four updates are four short poems written using the prompt ‘life stirred’.
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Through cracks in the floor
A neon eye burned
Concrete split as life stirred
Posted by Beatrix MGN on October 6, 2017
https://abolg.wordpress.com/2017/10/06/life-stirred-1-of-4/
From Scriptor Obscura. Visit her at scriptorwrites.wordpress.com
From Scriptor Obscura. Visit her at scriptorwrites.wordpress.com
From Poetic Parfait. Visit her at poeticparfait.wordpress.com
From Lostupabove. Visit her at lostupabove.wordpress.com
From Sandylikeabeach. Visit her at sandylikeabeach.wordpress.com
From theImaginator. Visit him at theimaginator.wordpress.com.
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