'Found' Micropoetry
(From friends' emails)
as the sun rose
over their garden
his brother died
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A crazy man
crashed into us – the end
of the Subaru.
A very fickle life!
Or a mad moon.
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In Ballarat East
it’s quiet, it’s green.
I can walk
to the town centre.
I have a choir venue
and community garden.
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I feel fulfilled and
free
but I need
a new obsession
Grief comes in great gusts
to blow you down.
to blow you down.
The things men do.
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imagine your tongue
circling the rosy sunrise
of her nipple
(One way to deal with writer's block is to use other people's words!)
Linked to Poets United's Poetry Pantry #426
(One way to deal with writer's block is to use other people's words!)
Linked to Poets United's Poetry Pantry #426