Monthly Archives: February 2014

A poet doesn’t just enter a store to buy an item she saw in the window. The poet, weary from her walk, slows to look more carefully at the lovely linen cloth in the window, then enters the establishment through

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Poetic Minds by Sue k Green

Fingers creep along the page Thoughts crawl now in my mind Thinking, feeling, eye balls seeking All mine now to find   Inviting all my senses Considering words that crunch, Catch sounds that crackle Proposing words with punch   Wet

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