“I dream of
lost vocabularies
that might express
some of what
we no longer can.”
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― Jack Gilbert
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Elfje: Cinquain
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say
do tell
so to speak
a small chit chat
talk
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Lune: 5,3,5
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hearts that beat true blue
love that grows
stronger every day
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Poem:
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time for an unicorn revisit
pink clouds and rainbows to elicit
opening the mind to a happy fantasy
imagining will never be blasphemy
real scene or mental image
mostly inherited by matrilineage
painted on the child’s bedroom wall
a stream flowing towards the waterfall
the whole outdoors your living room
designed using your nom de plume
flora selected to support more fauna
birds and bees and maybe an iguana
colors selected to reflect the viewers mood
from dark, heavy to light and renewed
no ghost, goblins or aliens allowed
jubilation by heavenly sprites endowed
praying for the world to enjoy levity
your attitude is yours, we seek indemnity
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ME and the Boss
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