I clutched that coffin-top with my trembling little hands, tears and black skirts billowing, and told about how Papa could catch the moon on his fingertip and dance me so that my feet never touched the ground.
Perhaps he'd been an angel all the while.
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Home was soft orange light spilled from window panes. Home was tiny feet pounding down the hallway, butter pats on hot bread, and sun-dried sheets. Home was journey's end. Home was that perfect little notch in the crook of your arm that fit me like a puzzle piece.
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for just a moment
in the mist he glimpsed
an enchantress
her hair of jaded stars
shown lush green
like the 1st leaves of spring
her eyes like rain
reflecting every pain
every punishment
mankind ever put upon
her garden Earth
#PoemTrail 225 #DimpleVerse#inkMine#eco#poetry#vss
"The devil gonna promise you a land of plenty," Papa drawled from beneath a halo of pipe smoke. "Cuz the man who ain't got nothin', ain't got nothin' to fear."
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wine exudes a
smell of dirt that's
distinct from a
cattle car, dad
would forget how
his spouse's hurt
resembled his,
the drowning drown
each other to
survive, and wine
lets us forgive
who stayed afloat
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hoped & hoping
that her vacant life
would fill with things
shiny & bright
fate's lottery
called her name
but she quickly became
overwhelmed & morose
hoped & hoping
for the ease & bliss
of emptiness
to refill her glass
#CStarPrompts#IntrigueVerse 96 #avarice#poetry#vss#bliss