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the painter and his muse

When I look up, I see not the sky, but the tower

I cannot hold you, but I long for you, please look down

Look at me, princess, for you I am painting flowers. 49 more words

Painting Flowers

Farewell Winter, Good Tidings to Spring


This poem is my farewell, hello,


to cold winter nights,

to warm spring days,


where the wind howled,

and the snow gave way to petrichor, 32 more words

Hooray, hooray, it's halfway point today!

Day fifteen – still running a day behind but problems at home so not doing too bad!

Day 15 saw us at the halfway point and asked us to write in terza rima. 74 more words


In the eyes of a clock
Half a step to a breath
Ten to fix a stray lock

None to witness death


Multiple Names for Desire

She is the mouth of the river, sea salt, crab holes
puncturing the shoreline. She is the sensation
of sand in the mouth, the grit of rock against… 270 more words


NaPoWriMo Day 16 - This Time of Year

Here’s another spring poem for day 16, we’re over halfway through NaPoWriMo – the end is in sight! :D

I love this time of year… 97 more words



Old soldier you are, though here you are young,

You are probably now dead and gone

But when you left you were not more than twenty-one. 156 more words