#poem
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“Follow the spiritof freshwater streams safeto sanctuary prisms light the way,don’t stray too far from the banksoon, find home again.” Last words from the caveas I followed directionlit by sun and moons. Like spectacle gleamtwo moons peered behind the cloudsas I stream bound walked witness to the joyof Naiads at play, splashessound of chimes and
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Characters: Melody = Hippe Priestess Vibes Cc = Bizagoth Iggy = Mary Poppins Punk Yow = Cryptid good boy * Setting: Kitchen (I swear there’s other rooms in the house, I just really like this, so we’re going with it. Glad you agree, let’s go!) * Melody walks in carrying the mail, Iggy is sitting
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Characters: Iggy = Punk Mary Poppins Cc = Bizagoth Melody = Hippie Priestess Vibes Yow = Cryptid dog, alternates between gray-white and pitch black fur depending on the day, deep piercing red eyes, good boy * Setting: Kitchen, pantry open, Iggy digging thru it with a leash looped in one hand as Yow is sniffs
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Characters: Cc = “Business Goth” Melody = “Hippie Priestess Vibes” Iggy = “Punk Mary Poppins” * Setting = The stoop outside the backdoor of the kitchen. Iggy is curled up inside somewhere like a cat (on a chair, the floor, a bed, who knows, but she’s absent from this conversation). Cc smokes a cigar looking
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Sunrise burns pink hopepromises, a new day donsits merry greeting. Echos of sleep dreamsfleeting glimpses of home hideas I awaken the cave celebratesthe moment glowing yellow,no longer alone. Chaos tastes strangely when ladled by hand out of pearl freshwater streams The cave yawns open on the grey rock candy grass,pearl spring waters run the cave
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A serial saga being told entirely in haiku/senryu form over on Bluesky. Here it is collated as I’m able to update it. Enjoy. — I danced gleefullywithin a ring of mushrooms…Oh wait… where am I? I’m alone, Countingfive things I see, four I hearthe panic is near. Sand, a seashore, waveslighthouse, lightning slashes greenagainst a
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I don’t know who I amso please, Forgive my voiceI can’t control which oneof the three I will use todayit alters, changes shapeI often dissociate lose time evenin the middle of a rhymeI don’t know who I am the post it note poetmanic pixie poly, everyone’s my familyMary Poppins protester punk, or perhaps the Bizagoth
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Not many people know this butwhen you first came outyou told your parents first.Not your birth parentsbut the ones who helped raise youwoke up at night to settle you downchanged your diaperstaught you how to ride a tricyclealbeit very badly (sorry for the concussion,a discussion for another time)you know, your other parentswho taught you the
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Characters: Iggy = “Mary Poppins Punk” CC = “Business Goth” Melody = “Hippie Priestess Vibes” * (See post labeled “About Last Night” for a more detailed look at character descriptions) * Setting = The same kitchen bistro table. Cc is seated, rubbing her temples. Melody is brewing tea/a tea like concoction. Iggy is sitting/standing/pacing on
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If Heinlen’s sentient computers met in an online forum and fell in love, this would be their story (Note: adding more to this post soon so stay tuned!)
Poetry With Hart 