Writing

my poetic flowers

By Denise Carruthers / 24th April, 2017

Dragged up Stepped on Broken weed seeds into slush From dirt New life; Poetry, the pretty bloom of words to end my days

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Deep

By Denise Carruthers / 24th June, 2019

He prays for a sign So deep as life’s mystery Frogs croak in the pond

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B Spot

By Denise Carruthers / 18th March, 2019

??????   He who craves honey. From best tasting flowers. Must find the bee spot.

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Do you do drugs like drugs do you

By Denise Carruthers / 10th March, 2019

Painting highs as cowslips low yellow meadows, buttercups & wattles waltz by lil posy primroses. But poppy wants her opium Mary Jane her green Salvador does dilly dali painting plants…

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Dark knight

By Denise Carruthers / 9th March, 2019

Let the dark speak its comfort in the arms of the night. Gallant whispers lay the cape covering my fright. Be the hush of quiet Genteel be the hands that…

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Spring

By Denise Carruthers / 2nd March, 2019

Today I am all tree, the withering leaf, the letting go. My breath is a swallow My reach, the sky & yesterday rooted in history. Wherever love scents my branches,…

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Scent

By Denise Carruthers / 22nd February, 2019

After awhile she sorted the clothing. That’s where she found him, as if he’d waited there, to be unpacked His last possessions, an old worn singlet once close to his…

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So in love

By Denise Carruthers / 20th February, 2019

Measure love by the length of her longing. In yearning years her pillow dreams. By stitching clouds & patchy rain, she keeps the comfort of the sky. The moon can’t…

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sing me my child

By Denise Carruthers / 15th February, 2019

I will sing my child a song of flowers. I will weave her a lei to wear in dreams. I will lay her down in a garden bed. open her…

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Grim

By Denise Carruthers / 25th January, 2019

At first, my clock was slow. Its tick afar,  its tock a lil further. Then time stood still.  A voice from long ago. The devil, daemon,  the hot one from…

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Be not too hard…

By Denise Carruthers / 24th January, 2019

Softly impressionable, pliable. Willing to please, my love is like a bough. A willow’s whim bending only so far. Touch me as I bloom with your tenderness. My heart belongs…

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Lavender

By Denise Carruthers / 24th January, 2019

Find me love where the boysenberry plays & girls with posies of purple iris. Look below the Jacaranda flowers. There I’ll be Waiting for some lavender for feeling blossoms. &…

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Less hope

By Denise Carruthers / 22nd January, 2019

I swear,  belief is a horse, Switching tails. A nightmare of hoodwinks for my spirits. Chaff bags of promises filled with faith,  full of leaping first & the looking,  after.…

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Timeworn

By Denise Carruthers / 17th December, 2018

We’re timeworn weary~ Dog tired from making litter~ Trees bark paper tears.

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Look

By Denise Carruthers / 16th December, 2018

Sometimes that twinkle in her eye is not a thing of stars nor hint of dreams but an imminence of teardrops, a close call to sorrow. Mayhap, long held her…

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Love

By Denise Carruthers / 16th December, 2018

Love does not know the color of the sun nor why wind fathoms or floes of water. It only feels and feeling so, accepts the slow rise of its dawning.

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Drink to me

By Denise Carruthers / 22nd November, 2018

My soul thirsts for supped up sins while sipping sweet hereafter. When I topple let the tipple be, all heavenly. Deliver me drunk, delirious and dancing. Beatify the beverage. Its…

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By Denise Carruthers / 17th November, 2018

Trees beg to be heard. Where time lines and ring barks. The old dog and bone.

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My Prince

By Denise Carruthers / 29th August, 2018

One day my prince will come Will he expect me to obey Swap my wild for security Bonds are meant to be broken As dinner is meant to be eaten…

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Alive

By Denise Carruthers / 26th August, 2018

We walk on our flaws And wear out our souls Stairways to heaven.

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Make Me Some Madness

By Denise Carruthers / 28th July, 2018

It was thru madness that she learned And she learned a lot Double minded Do as I say Not as I do From the belt to the wooden spoon Early…

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