Glitter – April 13, 2022

Doree Grief, life, love, poetry April 17, 2022April 17, 2022 1 Minute

It’s the minutia of spots

All around me

A minefield

Of pollen

Falling like stars

Blowing up

Like dust

Rolling thunder

Over that hill

It’s gone

It’s all gone

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Published April 17, 2022April 17, 2022

Jeff Flesch says:

April 17, 2022 at 8:03 pm

A suspenseful and elegantly expressed write, Doree. 💞

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1. Doree says:
  
  April 17, 2022 at 9:00 pm
  
  Thank you for reading, Jeff :)!!
  
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  1. Jeff Flesch says:
    
    April 17, 2022 at 9:06 pm
    
    You’re most welcome, Doree. Always! ☺️
    
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  2. Doree says:
    
    April 17, 2022 at 9:14 pm
    
    ❤️🤗
    
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Obong eno says:

April 18, 2022 at 4:05 am

Beautiful piece 🥰

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1. Doree says:
  
  May 9, 2022 at 3:24 pm
  
  I just found your comment in my spam :/…my apologies. Thank you so much for your wonderful comment!
  
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  1. Obong eno says:
    
    May 9, 2022 at 4:03 pm
    
    You are most welcome Doree❤️
    
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masercot says:

April 18, 2022 at 8:45 am

As usual, it was pretty swell, Doree.

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1. Doree says:
  
  April 18, 2022 at 12:53 pm
  
  All that glitters is gold, or swell…and good morning to you too, Charlie!
  
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bigskybuckeye says:

May 3, 2022 at 10:36 am

Throughout these verses, images roll by . . . never quite the same.

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1. Doree says:
  
  May 3, 2022 at 3:23 pm
  
  Beautifully put 😊
  
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