You were a cold December wind I left to search for my August moon.
©Susie Clevenger 2020
Poets and Story Tellers United ~ Weekly Scribblings #40
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We danced to the end of the world on piano keys warmed by the moon. ©Susie Clevenger 2021 American Sentence: Seventeen syllables The Sunda... -
Rebellion was Joplin and losing pieces of my heart to a crush. Love thought it wanted freedom until rainbows became empty...
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were it not for rain I wouldn’t know how to bloom where grief seeded me she cried with laughter a healing rain in grief’s drought of withere...
Beautiful!
ReplyDeleteFew words were needed. Masterful!
ReplyDeleteAnd THAT, ladies and gentlemen, is how it is done. Mr Ginsberg would be proud. Probably IS proud, somewhere...
ReplyDeleteRon said it first ~~~ this is how it’s done.
ReplyDeleteBut who is going to keep you warm in winter? The one on offer looks like quite a hunk!
ReplyDeleteNice sentence, Susie. I could say a lot about your picture, just say, "I won't forget it for a while." Hint, I also like August moons.
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Love it, Susie!
ReplyDeleteLuv where the prompt took you Susie
ReplyDeleteThanks for dropping by to read mine
Much💖love
Stunning !
ReplyDeleteTrying to find warmth again even though darkness remains. So much said in just a few words.
ReplyDeleteThat sentence was a story. Love it.
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