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Gold cherry

june 25th, woods after a hot day

in late afternoon, far from carrion concrete flies score warm silence. Butterflies duet in tawny triangles, fine-lines to planes over hushed, close...
Gold cherry
Poem of the week

june 20th

wind plays liquid dominoe runs with grass, seeds soft amethyst sea. Below azure smooth, boats small as white moths rising from our feet as we wade...
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Cherry

threshold - another go at this

At woods' beginning, lapped in May's riches : cobalt-violet periwinkles peep through indigo hung croziers - bluebells' throng - sleek-cool, sap-full...
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Poem of the week

28th April

from a house roof chimneys like trumpet valve keys release a soaring solo seagull's heartbeat into untouched silence beside this pavement wind-lipped...
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Gold cherry

virus

Rain pulses on a tarmac eel grey muscles sleeking down to town. Dock leaves’ green fanfares burst from dark mud and trees seethe with finches’ cheeps...
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671 of my comments have received 684 Great Feedback votes

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involving description of the

Posted on Sat, 04 Sep 2021

brilliantly involving description of the approach of an exhilarating but uncontrollable force. I hope you are keeping safe!

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Posted in The Smell

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I LOVE this poem,Jenny. How

Posted on Thu, 02 Sep 2021

I LOVE this poem,Jenny. How far you travel - from beside a cobweb, like a symbol of stillness and fragility, to a distant hill where "copse of strong trees stand" ( I love that you put strong in there, too) All brought about by you listening to...

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Posted in Trees Called To Me

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You are clever at making the

Posted on Mon, 30 Aug 2021

You are clever at making the reader feel your story is true! not the ones about the  pm obv. :0)

should it be storey? "Story after wooden story took the construction to new heights. "

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Posted in Chinese Whispers (edited and updated, 2021)

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"the coach now sways to

Posted on Mon, 30 Aug 2021

"the coach now sways to

"the sweep of an October wind"  so  sinuous !

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Posted in Riding The Rails

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"She smiles (thinly) spins

Posted on Sun, 29 Aug 2021

"She smiles (thinly) spins and twirls," seems sad? Is it because she is trapped doing the same dance over and over, like a doorkeeper into magic, so though she seems fragile is powerful. But longs to have wings be in the place she guards? 

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Posted in Ballerina Toy Box

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If so much in a conciousness

Posted on Sun, 29 Aug 2021

If so much in a conciousness is inherent instinct, there must be connection with those sharing that instinct in the present, I like how you say "a surge of the energy of one" and maybe too with those who passed the instinct down. In such brief...

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Posted in In The Beginning (for Monarch butterflies)

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This is gorgeous Jenny, I'm

Posted on Sat, 28 Aug 2021

This is gorgeous Jenny, I'm also not sure I understand properly what it's about but find it very comforting and I am sure that it holds great truth

I liked particularly the pieces Rhiannon highlighted, also 

 "everything that came...

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Posted in Curious Ambiance

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How you have broken up

Posted on Fri, 27 Aug 2021

How you have broken up sentences makes words seem frightening, like falling through ice and the bits are all sharp, where once skated effortlessly. Even the rhythm jars in your poem, adds to the fear. I am so sorry about your father, it is aweful...

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Posted in Aphasia

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Ah, did wonder about that,

Posted on Wed, 25 Aug 2021

Ah, did wonder about that, they are a great advert for a Creator though, aren't they? Would be easy to think of how amazing a Creator must be, when thinking of those colours :0) The thing is, idols are man made, second hand gods, and birds aren't...

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Posted in It Is A Sin To Kill A Quetzal

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I love the long, flowing

Posted on Wed, 25 Aug 2021

I love the long, flowing sounds of " canal’s slow-undulating" and "miniature, muscular" which contrast brilliantly with "hot-clay banks"

and "Golden eyed, barred mouth, striated scaled," the list uncoils like a snake's shape in water, and...

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Posted in Swimming Snake

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