Florescence Day Eight

Day Eight of the Florescence, courtesy of its creator, Jane Doughe\nrty.

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Rain has fallen all day

It’s chased the sun away

A real deluge I say, once again.

Florescence Day Seven.

Day Seven of the Florescence, courtesy of its creator, Jane Dougherty.

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Catching you unawares

Not an answer to prayers

Cruel, sharp back pain flares, hell matching

Florence Day Six

Day Six of the Florescence, courtesy of its creator, Jane Dougherty.

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Tell me fountain of youth

Are you real, have you proof

Be your water a spoof, or a spell.

Florescence Day Five.

Day five of the Florescence, courtesy of its creator, Jane Dougherty.

Bright sun was out today

By the sea we did play

Blue sky sunshine hooray, a highlight.

Florescence Day Four.

Day four of the Florescence, courtesy of its creator, Jane Dougherty.

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Dreams in which I escape

Fly headlong to my fate

Dieing coals in the grate,lost my schemes.

Florescence Day Three

Day three of the Florescence, courtesy of its creator, Jane Dougherty.

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Star filled sky so cold

Dark blue pitted with gold

To travel there so bold, dream so far.

Florescence Day Two.

Day two of the Florescence, courtesy of its creator, Jane Dougherty.

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Ink black sky wild star flies

Gold sparks, sly night hawk cries.

I try to count stars, lost in a blink

Fluorescence Day One.

New Month, New Disapline.

Day One of the Florescence, courtesy of its creator, Jane Dougherty.

Dark feeling swamp my heart

Pain pealing hot tears start

Why must we be apart, I am lost.

Florescence : Ducks

Jane Dougherty challenged me to write me to write a Florescence about ducks and to keep it clean… what does she mean?

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Braking fast the surface

Gliding past full of grace

Dabbling ducks with ducklings a quacking.

Florescence: Snow Fall.

Jane Dougherty of Jane Dougherty Writes had us writing Florette when she discovered what we were calling a Florette was actually called an Essence. Jane also discovered she liked the real Florette better than the Essence.

Jane said :”The Florette is too long to be a really short form as it needs at least two stanzas, but I like the extra long last line and the rhyming pattern. The Essence seems to be just a bit too short to cope with two rhymes, and for the internal rhyme to be random.

This form, that I am going to call a Florescence, is a compromise between the brevity of the Essence and the form of the Florette. As its name suggests it’s a poem on natural themes.”

So Jane wrote her new Florescence here. I really liked it so here is my attempt.

Snow fall. A Florescence.

Softly falls the light snow

Tiny white crystals flow

Covering all ice glow … Move deftly.