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Dancing in bubbles
Painting swirling streaks
Across the indigo waters
Behind the glass bay
A hallowed hush
Broken by whispering
Gurgling gas
And popping peppermint
Escaping an antsy tongue
A sudden slurp
Of a raspberry slushy
Breaches the silent solitude
Of the bewitching blue room
In honor of Juneteenth, I searched my archives to see what I could share related to the holiday.
Your hometown trails, cafés, caves, and corners are more than background; they’re material. Write about the places only you know. Start local. Stay real. Let memory wander.
Our Blended SongListen and smile.Let the harmonies begin.Your music,your beautiful harmonies,wouldn’t be as richwithout this blend.Bring chocolates,blend colors,paint harmonies.The secret:we will stand,we will endure.From idling,your song escalates,it elevates;an exchange playedin double time.Our beautiful harmony:Sometimes hot,sometimes cool,like flavorful,bubbly beverages. Poems That Inspired This Mashup The Art of Blended Harmonies: More Than Just Sound Think about your…
Enticedby prospectsof beauty, fortune, fame Onlineexistence more charming than real life Initiallywe partakefor grins and giggles Butthat kind of high is fleeting Eventuallyenvy sprouts next to anger and anxiety Addictiongrips usmore-ever craving more Consumedby painsof online outrage Seekingnew elixirsto quench our thirst
Droplets descend on dry river beds delivering desperate hope.
The Spring Home and Garden Show beckons this weekend’s glow. As I roam, dreaming of home’s potential,Whoa!I tally costsof glossed hardwood floors, doors reformed, and windows to guard against winter chill’s scorn. A westward sunroom, where dusk’s goldlight blooms, And a patio full of fragrant plumes. A south-facing deckand grilling nookbuilt to spec. A backyard…