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slather fluff
you of cool blood
milking sordid seas…
I have
but me
and a raw bare gown.
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It’s the weekend and time to play with the magnets—a different way to make poetry. Last week I said it’s like scrabble—except you play with word tiles instead of letter tiles. Tonight I’ll add that it reminds me of found poetry where the words you use originate from a newspaper clipping, page of a book, or other source. Visit Magnetic Poetry Online or delve deeper into the virtual refrigerator world at Specks and Fragments.
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A fascinating poetic play with the words Janice
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Thanks for reading it Denis. There is a nature collection of words, but I’ve been trying what they call the ‘Original Kit’ to stretch myself a bit.
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You still got a bit of a nature poem though, Janice!
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An interesting observation Merril! When I wrote it (or arranged it) I had one thought in mind; my partner read a totally different one; and now from your comment I see a third one emerging!
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Such fierceness and passion! 🌹
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“slather fluff” – one to remember, as in wandering (by accident) into a mall, looking around at all the materialism on display, and going “oh, what a bunch of slather fluff”
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:)))
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No shortage of slather fluff and fluff slathering.
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