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Dive into Poetry and Make a Splash!

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Announcing: Dive into Poetry coming in March!

Poet and Writing Coach Jena Schwartz will be hosting Dive into Poetry for the month of March 2020.

As a former and future Dive participant, I can honestly say that these events have been the best for online interactions with fellow poets.

To learn more about Dive into Poetry go to this LINK

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A Poet Like Me

waterfalls
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A poet like me
Casting nets to the windy
Waterfalls wonder
If there is a melody
Playing for their rhythmic splash

Nature calls for me
Letting them to other souls
Telling their story
Asking for breaths of honor
And telling of their life songs

At last, they hear verbs
Splashing falling waterfalls
Waters to refresh
Standing underneath the flow
Feeling the wet, mossy stones

Taking leaps for love
Hand in hand forever more
And next, the lovers
Dance upon the sandy shores
Aromatic tides of salt

Shell crumbs under feet
Tides rushing with salt and sand
Like dermabrasion
Scrubbing sludge and adding more
Taking away worried songs

This is in response to the prompt: ______like me. Read more here: Dead Poets Live

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Aromatic Adventures of the Harvest

apple apple tree apples branch
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The scent of a cork
The fullness of the concord
Natural juices
These are the ripeness of life
Fresh and aromatical

Casks filled with cider
Scentfully of ripe sweetness
Tasting like heaven
Wiping of mouth on shirt sleeves
This is the gusto of life

Sweat working orchards
Dripping down the sunburned neck
Sliding to backsides
Freshness of sweat drenched arm pits
Ripe from lives labored for all

Taste the vineyards juice
Sip the ciders sweetness full
Thankful to labors
Making all things possible
With devotion to us all

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Quiet Speaks the Dawn

two mallard ducks on water
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Quiet speaks the dawn
bringing flight to resting fowl
spreading wings to soar
shadows over rivers calm
squawking beckons to the day

as the day begins
hustle, bustle people fly
nesting only once
much to be learned from nesters
where resting time is balanced

quiet sought is found
peaceful splendor is at hand
taking time to stop
and charging to then begin
currents underneath the draw