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I’m getting more pins on Pinterest than hugs on Tumblr these days. and they are all for old stuff, back when I did the visual poetry (images….)
Maybe I should revive the old automotive engine, the converter of words, to spread my virgin words to those not actively worshiping-!0n Tumblr

Pop up prompt:

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smittenbypoetry:

This challenge will run till January 17th

Subject: The Joy Ephemeral 

Let it inspire you in any way. There will be no additional rules for this week’s prompt. 

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Tag your poem #smittenbypoetrygame, and I will reblog it here. Be sure to use one of the first five tags to do this, else there’s a chance it won’t show up when I’ll search for it. If I haven’t reblogged your poem within 24 hours, please send me a message and I’ll add it to the queue.

Oh, I bet The Jay Ephemeral would also pass the submission filter, although calling a Jay ephemeral would be an oops. But since I know both a Joy and a Jay I will withdraw and contemplate — words …

Miss Nearly

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I would have kept you close
Had you chosen the path of words
Atop a river
Bleeding

I would have kept you closer
Had you chosen anything but
Hiding the bottle beneath
Your pillow

I would have kept you
Your dreams
Desires spreading
Like lice – curling

I would have
Kept
You –

Near

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Miss Nearly

By - 
I would have kept you close
Had you chosen the path of words
Atop a river
Bleeding

I would have kept you closer
Had you chosen anything but
Hiding the bottle beneath
Your pillow

I would have kept you
Your dreams
Desires spreading
Like lice – curling

I would have
Kept
You –

Near

a draft, revision 357.3

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and the poet wrote
a draft,
then forged a plan of
revision,

and the poet revised
and yet again,
until nothing remained
but letters

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Glowing 
I am tired,
tired of looking,
tired of seeing everything 
through these eyes,
these battered and
bruised pair of 
translucent balls 

I was born with
the second sight,
the power to separate
truth
from otherwise

I am tired,
tired of pretending,
tired of being this,
through this and that
a cloud unmattered;
I find only the solemn
void of darkness

I was born with
a second sight,
a power to divide
truth 
through force &
purifying

I am tired now,
tired of the everything,
the thing thing &
seeing clouds,
above as here below
I gather my eyes –
glowing
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