Lmst

so excited
to start my work week
I press the snooze button
#whistpr

warm Spring night
the shadows
have wings
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meteor shower
moths fluttering
under a streetlight
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Grounded #whistpr #photography #roots

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A closeup of the trunk and roots of a tree. The roots are visible above the ground which is scattered with dead leaves. Black and white photo with yellow highlights and blue shadows.

visiting the homeland
I trip over
my roots
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a timid smile
she doesn't remember
my name
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pest control
I unfriend
a former colleague
#whistpr

brave new world
learning of a friend's passing
on social media
#whistpr

last train home
the billboard model's
magic marker mustache
#whistpr

gray and serene
a salt marsh
in the rain
#whistpr

hours before dawn
a chirping
smoke detector
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crossing the bridge
a violin
becomes a fiddle
#Whistpr

writer's block
the skyscraper landscape
of my dreams
#whistpr

unfinished footbridge
now a lovely poem
#whistpr

talk of politics
perilously close
to the third rail
#whistpr

#vsspoem #whistpr
Bet that #hurt
Boy did he #sing
She got em good
His bell did ring

Was that a rock
Bet that hurt
She's got good aim
Poor ole Burt

What'd she say
Damn he's drunk
Might not hurt
He needs a dunk

He better stop
That damn flirtin
His wife ain't jokin
Bet it will keep hurtin

upon reflection,
I, too, flew damn close to the sun
once.

and, still,
I mend these wings.

#Whistpr #poetry #SmallPoems #poetrycommunity

#Near by, but it still counts More Death and the Doctor #Whistpr #Writing

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“As you recall, he was headed this way in any case. What I did do,” he said, carefully coming down to one knee to meet the eyes of the people in the front row, lowering his voice so that the whole crowd fell into a hush to be able to hear, “was make a wager.”

“What wager??” squeaked the little girl in the front row.

The doctor stood and opened his arms, his 10,000 volt smile flashing across the crowd, and his conversational tone gone. “That I, Doctor Stevaltsen, can cure, yes cure, suffering better than he can! Step right up! With this elixir, madam! This elixir is good for ailments of the bowels and liver, will bring you back to the pink of health by nightfall! Yes…”

At the obvious huckster tone the crowd relaxed and began to disperse. A few continued to listen for longer, the gaggle of children, the woman who had shouted about death, and a handful of mostly old men hanging on the edge of the stage. A few even came on stage for demonstrations of dentistry and the treatment of a

#vss365 #whistpr Another ding from her phone. She checked the screen. Adam again.
A moment's hesitation then a sigh before replying.
"Sry. I'm #busy. TTYL ❤️" Instant regret for the heart.
She looked down at a bloody face. "Where were we?"
"...please...no"
Another sigh. #Vengeance was exhausting.

#whistpr #vss365
His eyes searched for escape as he backed into the alley's dead end. "You know your mother would #disapprove." A desperate attempt, an appeal to shame.

She cocked her head, a curious canine gesture. None had tried this defense before.

But she did not lower her #weapon.

#Whistpr

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