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Madly-in-Verse Just a space to hang out my poetry

English - Poems, Verse, Poetry
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Madly-in-Verse · 3d ago

Blogging from A-Z April Challenge : Theme Reveal!

This year, the A-Z Challenge is changing things – doing away with the sign-up list.   I like that! - the team keep innovating and improving the Challenge. My own take is that it’s better to ...
Madly-in-Verse · 1W ago

Random rubais

Even if the lamp's made from gold it cannot burn without a wick which is from modest cotton rolled - crucial is rarely aesthetic. *** The heart shatters with the mirror, it’s old - pr...
Madly-in-Verse · 2W ago

Different rules

Take nothing but photographs, the sign says so the strange miracle of the tree’s coaxed into the camera, the weird, gaunt knots an odd angle of branch in desert haze defying understa...
Madly-in-Verse · 3W ago

Leftover happiness

There’s no forward, everything spins in curves comes back to the same point and place, what to do? no backward either, sideways, the same coordinates,  and nothing swerves an inch - ...
Madly-in-Verse · 1M ago

Leftover Rain

No hearts, no crosses no gifts, no glyphs, no trips, no roses, nothing to spend except a turn of staunchest shoulder, and this leftover rain. I have for you in liningskins a flicker...
Madly-in-Verse · 1M ago

Leftover Lives : Write...Edit...Publish...Feb 2017

Hello WEPers It’s a brand new year at the Write...Edit...Publish... hosted by authors Denise and Yolanda, and I am beyond pleased to able to get back here! Though I have to admit that the...
Madly-in-Verse · 1M ago

Leftover smoke

Because it isn’t always a given - the pleasures of perfume - I have breathed you in through my heart and skin, through underlying veins and every other sense that zithered to life ...
Madly-in-Verse · 1M ago

Leftover blob

In the washing up liquid a fastener clip snapped off from an old plastic box lid. I hadn’t looked at it for years it had been with me, quietly storing condiments and candied fruit ...
Madly-in-Verse · 1M ago

That silhouette is a little familiar

When the panic is a blinding red haze, and the hour flaps like a hollow windsock - the meanings stand out, crisp, articulate, above the din and win and lose of days, in dark silhouette a...
Madly-in-Verse · 1M ago

Thirteen ways of happy

I A dewdrop on a blade and fisheyed reflections of the entire space II A collapsed chrysalis - the empty casings of vast possibilities III One incomplete sentence and the...