Note: This is the best way I could achieve the visual format I wanted for this poem. I hope it’s okay to read. This is prompted by Blood Moon Journal over on Instagram. The word for March is ‘plunge’.
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Note: This is the best way I could achieve the visual format I wanted for this poem. I hope it’s okay to read. This is prompted by Blood Moon Journal over on Instagram. The word for March is ‘plunge’.
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The heatwaves in Israel are killers too. I can so relate to this, Jenn.
Beautifully woven.
Yours,
David
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I live for cold weather. 🙂
Thanks so much, David.
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A well written, beautiful poem! Love the variety of things you have incorporated here; long sleeves, noir films, apartment pool etc.! Love the language, the lyricism and the imagery! I hate the heat too! And it was hot in Bombay where I lived most of my life!
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I’m a winter soul for sure. One day I’ll move back to my homeland where the winters are wonderful. Thanks for reading!
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Best wishes Jennifer, and it’s a pleasure reading your work!
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