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Catch, by D.C. Swanson | Book Review With poetic prose that respects both child and adult readers, Catch succeeds as a meditation on time and love that will resonate across generations.

Books are just pages, some binding, and glue,
but writing one makes you feel #spellbound anew.

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Esha sits #spellbound while her shadow slowly paces. Incrementally, the bulb becomes a toe, then toes, then a foot, then feet. When ankles breach, she reaches to help. Or wants to but finds instead that her hands are buried to the wrists. She wiggles her fingers. What grows wiggles its toes.
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Something landed on your roof.
But whenever you say as much, people look at you like they're spellbound.
It is slowly sending antennae as strong as steel down through the ceiling.
You read something imprinted on one - where it's made and where for.
'Oh ...' you say. 'Of course.'
#fastprompt #vss365

moonlight's benign face
#spellbound sakura weeping
fragile season wanes

#vss365 #haiku

#vss365 #poetry

Moonstruck I am
#spellbound by your charm

Enchanted by the magic in your eyes
Your love has me wrapped in its warm arms

My heart soars like a bird in the skies
for in this love a true philosophy lies

That lifes greatest surprise is a love in disguise

Your wonderful #vss365 posts grace my timeline like the finest jewelry. The genius you show takes my breath away. I can't wait to see how you dazzle me with the March 8 #prompt, #spellbound.

Food fight
Love at first sight
For food, for you
Taste buds aroused
Licking locking lips

#satsplat #micropoetry

a string
of diamonds
one for
each heartbreak
the most precious
of jewels
glittering
at her throat

#jewelry
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There’s past people
Or just voices in my head
I know what sanity is telling me
I hear what the Red Demons
And Jewelled Angels are saying

Set Them Free…
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He approached her near a florist.

She noticed that his fingers were adorned with gold jewellery; he arrived from a gold-painted car, and he smelled like smoke & perfume.

'Will you be my princess?'

She politely blurted, ‘I do not wish to wear your Temu Tiara.’

#vss365 #jewelry

Grey sky like marble
Emerald leaves shine so bright
A Spring jewel chest

#SaturdayThoughts #SaturdayMood #poetry #poem #haiku #vss365 #jewelry #micropoetry #naturelover #spring #animation #digitalart #aivideo

He was a collector, my grandfather; everything in jars.

Yesterday’s rain, a baby’s laugh, a pirate’s #jewelry, each jar labeled in his neat, block, capital letters.

I accidentally dropped a jar that simply read “1974” and it breaks and, man, things have been far out ever since.

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#Jewelry

my one adornment
is oura

this little ring
that watches my heart

murmurs to me
of stress
and sleep
and diet

I call her mom

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the night sky’s dead eyes
glisten like gleaming tears
captured in the floodlight
of an interrogator’s final
threatening

like the gleam of jewelry
fake finery forged of glass
bound by silver chains
that burn the skin green
as grass

we gasp our final word:
amen
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#poetry #vss365

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a single cylinder thumped on
100 strokes since last night's chip fat fired the chamber
Easter isn't far away with more gold in the sky than the Jewelry Quarter about five boat lengths behind us at 6am

i was an apprentice there

mum sieving my socks for dust
she'd skin me in this
gold rush

The supreme diva clad in arrogance

Fashionably late as always

#Jewelry adorned and wordshiped
by a shallow society
which values flash over substance

A hollow flash figurine is she

This strutting plastic Christmas tree

Her star time on top is waning

And deep down she knows it

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The world burns around me
The fires stalking those of my heart
My voice hoarse from screaming is lost
Fear threatens to ensorcel me as the fire burns hotter
Yet hope is wrapped tightly around my soul
Gleaming a bright light like flashy #jewelry upon me
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There was nothing left to show she was here except for an odd bit of #jewelry. Childlike and simple. Made from flotsam found here and there, yet made as carefully as small clumsy fingers can.

The old man kept it. Safely among his possessions. Why so carefully kept and never mentioned?

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Reg gave me a necklace today. I don't know why, I doubt there is an indiscretion he is hiding and nothing to apologize about.

Something about the pendant, familiar and forgotten. I don't often wear #jewelry, but this rose is something I recall and don't know why.

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'Gosh, that's a lot of bling you're wearing, Gabe.'
'It is not bling, Pixie. It is... dope.'
Splutter. ' #Jewelry. New lingo. Are those feather highlights? Please don't go out until I've had a chance to research angel midlife crisis charms.'
Sniff. 'Insufferable pixie.'
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He didn’t come from much and as a young man his job didn’t pay too much. He felt bad that the ring that he gave her was too simple to be noticed by most, but she saw it as jewelry that held every soft word they’d ever exchanged, pressed into gold.
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There's a pearl in my heart the only #jewelry I've ever donned hidden deep and polished daily It's lustre throbs in my mind when I hear you sigh when I see your eyes when the smile, I recall, always took me by surprise. I keep it close-I cling to it in dreams and waking thoughts plucking velvet petals whispering forget-me-nots ~Beyond the Onions~ Ross McDermott ~

#vss365 #jewelry #poem #poetry #writing #amwriting #BlueSkyPoetry #recall

Gran was a wrap of faux fur clothes that wandered on a cloud of potpourri perfume. She didn't wait for your attention, she demanded it. I remember the clink of her #jewelery as I sat on her lap and she told me stories of eating snakes in Bhutan. I don't care if it was true. She was fabulous.
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A twinkle underneath a hedge Provoked a sudden dartic dash As Aerikleptes nimbly sped In downward dive to seek the flash With wings drawn tight, and sharpened beak Like missile pointed to the shine It shavooked down, a deadly streak Stuck in unstoppable decline BADUKE! It thudded to the floor And poked its head beneath the bush A diamond ring; the shimmers source, Was claimed, and between feathers pushed. Then Aerikleptes' beady eyes Flicked round to check it was unwatched, It double checked its jewelry prize Stretched out its wings, and fluttered off.

Today's helping of Fantasy Nonsense was inspired by #vss365 #jewelry
(And if course by magpies, which Aerikleptes is heavily based.)

#poetry #blueskypoet #poem #fantasy #nonsense

#vss365 #jewelry (vibe) #poem #poetry #writing

If I could catch a teardrop pooling in your eye
If I could catch it on my lips I'd whisper to the sky
A teardrop is a precious dew; more value than a gem
The reason I'm in need of yours?
My sorrow is fresh out of them.

~ Precious dew
(old poem)

#vss365 #poetry

He thought himself #magnanimous,

benevolence his guide.

Yet every act of charity

returned him to his pride.

His mercy flowed most lavishly

when ego swelled inside.

‘What are you looking for under the couch?’

‘I lost a piece of #jewelry.’

‘Where else have you looked?’

‘Everywhere. Under the bed, the kitchen counter & drawers, and all over the bathroom.’

‘Which one of your many pieces was it?’

‘My mood ring. So, I’m not sure how I feel about that.’

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thoughts on where poems come from:
from a space the electrons ain't but are
dust kept jewelry jars
just how far do words travel to become
light tripping a fantastic sugar to rum
and if there be source origin, a shadow-womb sacred
are then poems and their might
sin fed by such hearths
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Freedom starts at the foot of my bed. It could just as well start at the other end of the world. The raven flies through the room and lands on the head of my prison made from blankets, and pillows. This foul fowl is staring at my eyes as if they were precious pieces of jewellery to steal. Her enchanting voice echoes through the cave not found on any map, alluding to what once was love, when she calls me 'honey' with aculeate aggressions. Cold mornings still sting. A seasonal sensuality that matches the sharp intake of poisoned honey she forces down my throat, every day. Enough to make my intestines scream, but not enough to end this torture. I hear sand crunch beneath her steps, as she circles in on me. Something shiny flashes in the candlelight. If I only was strong enough to move. Instead, her merciless retribution slowly washes over me, each steady wave carrying me closer to my grave. I have no idea if there will ever bee a chance to get out of this. My eyes wander to the empty suitcase to my left. Probably not alive. Her athamé cuts through the skin on my chest like a quill that scratches over paper. I can't even scream, any more, as my blood starts flowing onto the sheets. Just like my tears. My gaze turns to the tiny floret growing inside a dark nook above me. I don't know how it can survive here. It might be the last thing I'll ever see. I shouldn't have forced myself on her, that night...

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Freedom starts at the foot of my bed.
It could just as well start at the other end of the world.

The raven flies through the room and lands on the head of my prison made from blankets, and pillows. This...

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bobbles and trinkets
sparkled memories
jewelry
rests in a box
jubilees of love
elegies of love
forever
lost

#vss365 #jewelry