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  1. Where The Wind Brought Us

    We didn't so much seek each other out as arrive at the same place and time, two lives the wind had deposited there. We didn't anchor each other. We learned to lean into the same wind.

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  2. Where The Wind Brought Us

    We didn't so much seek each other out as arrive at the same place and time, two lives the wind had deposited there. We didn't anchor each other. We learned to lean into the same wind.

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  3. Where The Wind Brought Us

    We didn't so much seek each other out as arrive at the same place and time, two lives the wind had deposited there. We didn't anchor each other. We learned to lean into the same wind.

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  4. Where The Wind Brought Us

    We didn't so much seek each other out as arrive at the same place and time, two lives the wind had deposited there. We didn't anchor each other. We learned to lean into the same wind.

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  5. Where The Wind Brought Us

    We didn't so much seek each other out as arrive at the same place and time, two lives the wind had deposited there. We didn't anchor each other. We learned to lean into the same wind.

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  6. My Cathedral

    Egon Schiele, Field of Flowers (1910) I high five every pine branch I can,striding past the brushlike a winning player past the fans,inhaling the intoxicating scentof pine, lavender, and mint. The forest suddenly opens,revealing towering peaks and glacial tarns,as if preaching a lazy day sermonbefore chandeliers and crystal altarsto an adoring congregation. Indolent clouds struggle to climb the ridge,like junkies camping out in the pews.The fresh alpine air and intoxicating breezeflow […]

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  7. My Cathedral

    Egon Schiele, Field of Flowers (1910) I high five every pine branch I can,striding past the brushlike a winning player past the fans,inhaling the intoxicating scentof pine, lavender, and mint. The forest suddenly opens,revealing towering peaks and glacial tarns,as if preaching a lazy day sermonbefore chandeliers and crystal altarsto an adoring congregation. Indolent clouds struggle to climb the ridge,like junkies camping out in the pews.The fresh alpine air and intoxicating breezeflow […]

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  8. My Cathedral

    Egon Schiele, Field of Flowers (1910) I high five every pine branch I can,striding past the brushlike a winning player past the fans,inhaling the intoxicating scentof pine, lavender, and mint. The forest suddenly opens,revealing towering peaks and glacial tarns,as if preaching a lazy day sermonbefore chandeliers and crystal altarsto an adoring congregation. Indolent clouds struggle to climb the ridge,like junkies camping out in the pews.The fresh alpine air and intoxicating breezeflow […]

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  9. My Cathedral

    Egon Schiele, Field of Flowers (1910) I high five every pine branch I can,striding past the brushlike a winning player past the fans,inhaling the intoxicating scentof pine, lavender, and mint. The forest suddenly opens,revealing towering peaks and glacial tarns,as if preaching a lazy day sermonbefore chandeliers and crystal altarsto an adoring congregation. Indolent clouds struggle to climb the ridge,like junkies camping out in the pews.The fresh alpine air and intoxicating breezeflow […]

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  10. My Cathedral

    Egon Schiele, Field of Flowers (1910) I high five every pine branch I can,striding past the brushlike a winning player past the fans,inhaling the intoxicating scentof pine, lavender, and mint. The forest suddenly opens,revealing towering peaks and glacial tarns,as if preaching a lazy day sermonbefore chandeliers and crystal altarsto an adoring congregation. Indolent clouds struggle to climb the ridge,like junkies camping out in the pews.The fresh alpine air and intoxicating breezeflow […]

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  11. Between Your Ribs

    It’s how quickly you undo ego that squares the oval into four sides, you're exactly perfect in this moment

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  12. 7 Birds

    The pair of blue jays let me know each dawn when they want their unshelled peanuts, my voice gilded and held in their throats when I finally speak up and answer their call.

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  13. 7 Birds

    The pair of blue jays let me know each dawn when they want their unshelled peanuts, my voice gilded and held in their throats when I finally speak up and answer their call.

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  14. 7 Birds

    The pair of blue jays let me know each dawn when they want their unshelled peanuts, my voice gilded and held in their throats when I finally speak up and answer their call.

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  15. 7 Birds

    The pair of blue jays let me know each dawn when they want their unshelled peanuts, my voice gilded and held in their throats when I finally speak up and answer their call.

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  16. 7 Birds

    The pair of blue jays let me know each dawn when they want their unshelled peanuts, my voice gilded and held in their throats when I finally speak up and answer their call.

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  17. Still Around

    a baby elephant ambling before a brass calliope, while red balloons broke free of small hands and drifted through whorls of coal dust and popcorn scents into a smoky sky.

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  18. Still Around

    a baby elephant ambling before a brass calliope, while red balloons broke free of small hands and drifted through whorls of coal dust and popcorn scents into a smoky sky.

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  19. Still Around

    a baby elephant ambling before a brass calliope, while red balloons broke free of small hands and drifted through whorls of coal dust and popcorn scents into a smoky sky.

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  20. Still Around

    a baby elephant ambling before a brass calliope, while red balloons broke free of small hands and drifted through whorls of coal dust and popcorn scents into a smoky sky.

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  21. Still Around

    a baby elephant ambling before a brass calliope, while red balloons broke free of small hands and drifted through whorls of coal dust and popcorn scents into a smoky sky.

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  22. The Spider And The Swan

    Svanen, 1914 - Hilma af Klint  Spinnerets clutched,holding her pearls,a huntress, mother,camouflaged, waitingeight eyes, a pair of foursdealt face-up in the dust. She stretches the skyfrom sunset to Olympus.Behold Cygnus in white,feather-gilded majesty,queen of the stars,holding a pair of kings.Between furrow and firmament,between pearl and feather,the age-old gamblea mother waging a betfor a better tomorrowFor Today's Dverse, Mish is having us write a poem contrasting 2 of several images. […]

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  23. The Spider And The Swan

    Svanen, 1914 - Hilma af Klint  Spinnerets clutched,holding her pearls,a huntress, mother,camouflaged, waitingeight eyes, a pair of foursdealt face-up in the dust. She stretches the skyfrom sunset to Olympus.Behold Cygnus in white,feather-gilded majesty,queen of the stars,holding a pair of kings.Between furrow and firmament,between pearl and feather,the age-old gamblea mother waging a betfor a better tomorrowFor Today's Dverse, Mish is having us write a poem contrasting 2 of several images. […]

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  24. The Spider And The Swan

    Svanen, 1914 - Hilma af Klint  Spinnerets clutched,holding her pearls,a huntress, mother,camouflaged, waitingeight eyes, a pair of foursdealt face-up in the dust. She stretches the skyfrom sunset to Olympus.Behold Cygnus in white,feather-gilded majesty,queen of the stars,holding a pair of kings.Between furrow and firmament,between pearl and feather,the age-old gamblea mother waging a betfor a better tomorrowFor Today's Dverse, Mish is having us write a poem contrasting 2 of several images. […]

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  25. The Spider And The Swan

    Svanen, 1914 - Hilma af Klint  Spinnerets clutched,holding her pearls,a huntress, mother,camouflaged, waitingeight eyes, a pair of foursdealt face-up in the dust. She stretches the skyfrom sunset to Olympus.Behold Cygnus in white,feather-gilded majesty,queen of the stars,holding a pair of kings.Between furrow and firmament,between pearl and feather,the age-old gamblea mother waging a betfor a better tomorrowFor Today's Dverse, Mish is having us write a poem contrasting 2 of several images. […]

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  26. The Spider And The Swan

    Svanen, 1914 - Hilma af Klint  Spinnerets clutched,holding her pearls,a huntress, mother,camouflaged, waitingeight eyes, a pair of foursdealt face-up in the dust. She stretches the skyfrom sunset to Olympus.Behold Cygnus in white,feather-gilded majesty,queen of the stars,holding a pair of kings.Between furrow and firmament,between pearl and feather,the age-old gamblea mother waging a betfor a better tomorrowFor Today's Dverse, Mish is having us write a poem contrasting 2 of several images. […]

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  27. When Shadows Starve

    Pieter Bruegel-The Elder Sunlight bends and crouchestaunting starving shadowspromises made hopping trainsshaken from mangy dog necksand flea-bitten obligations A myth of hopeshe is a fleeting temptressluring green things astraywhile clandestine huntersskulk with dark daggerswaiting to bleach all gray https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=keHY-0Y97JM&list=RDkeHY-0Y97JM&start_radio=1 In Todays Dverse Prompt, De Jackson, aka WhimsyGizmo, writes, It’s time again for us to muster our muses and […]

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  28. 1971 And Counting

    Today is my birthday! And so I wrote a poem about being alive for open link day and fellow poets at Dverse. Enjoy!

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  29. 1971 And Counting

    Today is my birthday! And so I wrote a poem about being alive for open link day and fellow poets at Dverse. Enjoy!

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  30. 1971 And Counting

    Today is my birthday! And so I wrote a poem about being alive for open link day and fellow poets at Dverse. Enjoy!

    thetigressawakes.wordpress.com

  31. 1971 And Counting

    Today is my birthday! And so I wrote a poem about being alive for open link day and fellow poets at Dverse. Enjoy!

    thetigressawakes.wordpress.com

  32. 1971 And Counting

    Today is my birthday! And so I wrote a poem about being alive for open link day and fellow poets at Dverse. Enjoy!

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  33. Canus Forgive Us

    The Dog by Francisco Goya (1820-1823) At the brink of a world extinct, the last lodgepole felled,the last mountain top removed,birds traded for drones,butterflies for AI,the stars, devoured wholeby belching factory smog On the world's tarmacAlone sits manand of coursehis smiling dog https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tq3bYPLBcA4&list=RDtq3bYPLBcA4&start_radio=1 Today's Dverse prompt is to write a 44 word quadrille, with the word dog. I am personally more of a cat type, but the faithfulness […]

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  34. Canus Forgive Us?

    The Dog by Francisco Goya (1820-1823) At the brink of a world extinct, the last lodgepole felled,the last mountain top removed,birds traded for drones,butterflies for AI,the stars, devoured wholeby belching factory smog On the world's tarmacAlone sits manand of coursehis smiling dog https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tq3bYPLBcA4&list=RDtq3bYPLBcA4&start_radio=1 Today's Dverse prompt is to write a 44 word quadrille, with the word dog. I am personally more of a cat type, but the faithfulness […]

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  35. Canus Forgive Us

    The Dog by Francisco Goya (1820-1823) At the brink of a world extinct, the last lodgepole felled,the last mountain top removed,birds traded for drones,butterflies for AI,the stars, devoured wholeby belching factory smog On the world's tarmacAlone sits manand of coursehis smiling dog https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tq3bYPLBcA4&list=RDtq3bYPLBcA4&start_radio=1 Today's Dverse prompt is to write a 44 word quadrille, with the word dog. I am personally more of a cat type, but the faithfulness […]

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  36. Canus Forgive Us

    The Dog by Francisco Goya (1820-1823) At the brink of a world extinct, the last lodgepole felled,the last mountain top removed,birds traded for drones,butterflies for AI,the stars, devoured wholeby belching factory smog On the world's tarmacAlone sits manand of coursehis smiling dog https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tq3bYPLBcA4&list=RDtq3bYPLBcA4&start_radio=1 Today's Dverse prompt is to write a 44 word quadrille, with the word dog. I am personally more of a cat type, but the faithfulness […]

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  37. Canus Forgive Us

    The Dog by Francisco Goya (1820-1823) At the brink of a world extinct, the last lodgepole felled,the last mountain top removed,birds traded for drones,butterflies for AI,the stars, devoured wholeby belching factory smog On the world's tarmacAlone sits manand of coursehis smiling dog https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tq3bYPLBcA4&list=RDtq3bYPLBcA4&start_radio=1 Today's Dverse prompt is to write a 44 word quadrille, with the word dog. I am personally more of a cat type, but the faithfulness […]

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  38. #Haiku – 7/11/25

    tomorrow’s sunrise

    dipped in four-part harmony

    birds praise summer joy

    Reena’s Xploration Challenge #389

    Reena’s prompt – For this week, I have chosen the title of Beethoven’s famous symphony to fire your imagination. ODE TO JOY
    Let the music set the mood for you.

    Images used on this site are from Pixabay, Pexels, or lovethispic.com, and are applied to this site per their guidelines unless otherwise stated.

    #Nature #creativePoetry #haiku #happiness #life #ReenaSXplorationChallenge #summerSeason #syllabicPoetry

  39. #Haiku – 7/11/25

    tomorrow’s sunrise

    dipped in four-part harmony

    birds praise summer joy

    Reena’s Xploration Challenge #389

    Reena’s prompt – For this week, I have chosen the title of Beethoven’s famous symphony to fire your imagination. ODE TO JOY
    Let the music set the mood for you.

    Images used on this site are from Pixabay, Pexels, or lovethispic.com, and are applied to this site per their guidelines unless otherwise stated.

    #Nature #creativePoetry #haiku #happiness #life #ReenaSXplorationChallenge #summerSeason #syllabicPoetry

  40. #Haiku – 7/11/25

    tomorrow’s sunrise

    dipped in four-part harmony

    birds praise summer joy

    Reena’s Xploration Challenge #389

    Reena’s prompt – For this week, I have chosen the title of Beethoven’s famous symphony to fire your imagination. ODE TO JOY
    Let the music set the mood for you.

    Images used on this site are from Pixabay, Pexels, or lovethispic.com, and are applied to this site per their guidelines unless otherwise stated.

    #Nature #creativePoetry #haiku #happiness #life #ReenaSXplorationChallenge #summerSeason #syllabicPoetry