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Luminescent wings – the dragonfly waits for wind; suddenly – it's gone

'Tis the first bloom of Spring, found now nearly alone; 'til buried bulbs of sleepy time return to surface, home; All wonder is her siblings - every petal, pointed high; They sing for sun and warmth and release a hopeful sigh

for DS106 Daily Create, with apologies to Thomas Moore (The Last Rose of Summer)

Mill River Flood (Williamsburg)

One lone man, standing, motionless, on an island of nothingness, the west and east branches of the river, flowing, no one yet knowing the damage wrought by sudden flood

Reference: The Mill River Flood of May 1874, in Williamsburg, Leeds Massachusetts

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Fluttering flicker - a bit quicker than my eyes – the moth flies away

for Daily Haiku

Silence mapping

Imagine the writer's pencil drawing lines on empty paper keeping inside the middle silent for filling in of sounds, later

for Terry

Mill River Flood (Williamsburg)

No voice left from the frantic run, Robert Loud resorted to sticks, catching the attention of Williams Adams, who saw what was coming and lost his life, crossing the water to warn his sons and wife, and Loud never recovered, neither

Reference: The Mill River Flood of May 1874, in Williamsburg, Leeds Massachusetts

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Look skyward, dancer - witness the furious moves of our atmosphere

for Algot

Mill River Flood (Williamsburg)

Twenty feet, and rising, a hungry river feeds on debris, a diet of mills and homes, and keeps roaring its way along the path, leaving little of the present behind nor the past

Reference: The Mill River Flood of May 1874, in Williamsburg, Leeds Massachusetts

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In whispers, she speaks of mountain streams and cloud peaks, of tall pine tree creaks

for Daily Haiku

Inside this highlighter ...

Yellow is a world all of its own - bright and beautiful and better than orange, red or blue

Its wide tip tracks my words like a roadway on a map, locating my thoughts here, there, everywhere

I'll notice my marked words, whispering something new from within the story I am writing,

a hidden verse now uncovered in yellow, shining like the sun

(Mentor text for student poems)