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Salt

I grew up on a bay with salt.

I always had a salty taste on my lips

and as soon as I approached home,

I smelled it in the air.

The salt dried out the skin and

you needed extra moisturizer  after swimming.

We didn’t have salt in the sugar bowl

but we had rice in the salt shaker

to keep the salt flowing in the humidity.

 

Anyone else grow up on a bay?

photo of seaside during daytime

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A Seguidilla Poem

nature sky night water

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i img_0210posted this Seguidilla, a Spanish seven line syllabic poem with the syllable counts. Someone suggested I post it without the syllable counts, so here it is:

Renewal 

Two oak trees bare their branches

Fractured by moon bright

ice on a lakefront ripples

Clouds capture the light

With glittering gem

Leafless solitary stems

I wander alone

Has anyone else tried this form?

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Less Than Two Weeks Left to Submit to Silkworm

There is less than two weeks left to submit your three poems to Silkworm Literary Journal. The theme of this year’s issue is “luck” and it closes on March 17.  For submission guidelines, go to FlorencePoets. Com. Silkworm10 web

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Marcel Duchamp on Creativity

“The creative act is not performed by the artist alone; the spectator brings the work in contact with the external world by deciphering and interpreting its inner qualifications and thus adds his contribution to the creative act.”

–Marcel Duchamp

An interesting way to look at the reader.IMG_0264 (1)