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DLI
Michele Harvey
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summer moon...
the first touch
quivers
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DLII
Hugh Bygott
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Her seductive eyes
move above her veiled face...
enigmatic Summer.
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DLIII
Zhanna P. Rader
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Naughtily,
she takes off her bikini top...
and jumps over it.
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DLIV
Hugh Bygott
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Rustling down silks —
her smooth thighs more enticing
than the sweetest nectar.
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DLV
Michele Harvey
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in the roses
a bold offering
of the first bud
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DLVI
Zhanna P. Rader
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Lush red lobelia
at the mouth of the river —
our late love.
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DLVII
Michele Harvey
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at nineteen
he smiled at me
autumn in his eyes
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DLVIII
Dana-Maria Onica
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past illusions~
I'm looking at these birds
I should hear singing
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DLIX
Zhanna P. Rader
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"Love me?"
"As this camellia is red."
Thirty years of marriage...
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DLX
hortensia anderson
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So lovely with him
these fields of purple heather
so lonely without...
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DLXI
Dana-Maria Onica
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oh, this fire...
flame above flame
burning each other
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| "flame above flame" - WB Yeats: "To some I have talked with by the fire" - DMO |
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DLXII
Zhanna P. Rader
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Her love poems,
just white clouds in the sky
on a dreamy day.
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DLXIII
hortensia anderson
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My love without me —
the moon a white circle
of emptiness
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DLXIV
Michele Harvey
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somewhere, beyond
these sun-warmed hills...
my desire
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DLXV
Hugh Bygott
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Fresh altar lily —
the new nun inspires me...
celibate, yet complete...
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DLXVI
Michele Harvey
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moonlit kisses
bats skim the mirror
of the lake
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DLXVII
Hugh Bygott
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Passionate kisses —
We end the drought of desire...
. . . Summer rain.
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DLXVIII
Carole Macrury
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this brief love —
is a rose still a rose
without thorns?
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DLXIX
Michele Harvey
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a spring dew...
only his footsteps
in the grass
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DLXX
Hugh Bygott
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Kissing her eyelashes
I awaken her inner self...
Summer dawn.
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DLXXI
Carole Macrury
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Spring moon —
a forgotten garden
in full bloom
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DLXXII
Hugh Bygott
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It is as fleeting
as a Perseid Shower...
unrequited Love.
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DLXXIII
Michele Harvey
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summer meteors
the sky falls in pieces...
the wall between us
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DLXXIV
Hugh Bygott
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Even in silence
the eyes speak... dalliance
at Summer dusk.
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DLXXV
Michele Harvey
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without
a hand for this glove...
snow drifts
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DLXXVI
Hugh Bygott
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Snow flakes
fleck her red enamell’d nails...
this fire within me...
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DLXXVII
Carole Macrury
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From the gate —
the night wind sings
of our passion
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DLXXVIII
Hugh Bygott
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Love unnoticed —
this mountain wildflower blooms
alone, in silence.
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DLXXIX
Zhanna P. Rader
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A hail storm tears off
the Black-eyed-Susan's petals —
the bed is a mess.
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DLXXX
hortensia anderson
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The path to love
through a labyrinth of dunes —
lingering heat
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DLXXXI
Michele Harvey
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talk about tomatoes...
thoughts of one
no longer here
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DLXXXII
Hugh Bygott
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Glances of desire —
soft breezes through the flower-fields
become the wild winds.
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DLXXXIII
hortensia anderson
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Lovemaking
at the shoreline's foamy edge —
cool, silk waves
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DLXXXIV
Zhanna P. Rader
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He walks me
up and down the sun-drenched hills,
each next one's smaller.
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DLXXXV
Hugh Bygott
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Elegant willow —
how easily her delicate fingers
explore me!
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DLXXXVI
Zhanna P. Rader
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"By the sea,
by the beautiful sea..." *
our summer romance...
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DLXXXVII
Hugh Bygott
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This winter rose,
its beauty persisting in the wind...
Is love ever thus?
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DLXXVIII
Zhanna P. Rader
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The Iced pansies,
colorful blooms in fallen leaves —
our winter love.
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| Winter pansies, also called "Iced pansies" bloom in the Georgia, USA, climate all winter. They are practically the only flowers blooming in winter in the Athens gardens (North Georgia) and in the city flower beds. (I do not count winter-blooming bushes and trees.) |
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DLXXXIX
Michele Harvey
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making love
the lessening ripples
of a pond
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DXC
Hugh Bygott
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A newly blossom’d plum
is bowed by brief late snow...
this weight of unsaid words...
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DXCI
Zhanna P. Rader
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These unsaid words,
hidden deeply in her heart —
leaves frozen in a pool.
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DXCII
Trish Shields
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autumn leaves
grace the meadows
my hand on the curve of her hip
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DXCIII
Zhanna P. Rader
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Cheerly talking,
we avoid the main subject:
how to cross the deep brook.
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DXCIV
Hugh Bygott
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Wild violets —
Love made, we are at ease...
. . . now more deeply link’d.
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DXCV
Trish Shields
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the crush
of Petunias —
your scent lingers
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DXCVI
Zhanna P. Rader
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Primrose blooms:
she cheats, he consoles himself
attending to another.
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DXCVII
Trish Shields
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a dog barks...
sitting by the phone
she waits
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DXCVIII
Zhanna P. Rader
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"Love's like a bonfire,
needs to be maintained," she says.
The drought this summer...
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DXCIX
hortensia anderson
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Love letters
tied in blue silk ribbon —
never sent
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DC
Hugh Bygott
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The autumn wind
brushes her hair against his cheek...
this first touch of desire.
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