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i will allow these cobbled walls to sing their
bumpy beginnings, give their mortared veins
a chance to breathe. let us fill these center
places with salt, silt, sky; stain them with
truth and the moss green of breeze. can you
see that i am waiting to be something greater,
knocked down built up held fast by a grounded
sea? sit here with me awhile, and listen. I am.
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photo and prompt from margo roby.
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I love this. Too many women are trying to stay teenage – they are missing so much from life.
“stain them with
truth and the moss green of breeze” … Beautiful.
“can you” … “can” always equals “butt,” to me 🙂
“can you
see that i am waiting to be something greater”
“… and listen, I AM” … so many meanings in this ending. like, you’re telling God to listen, you’re saying that you’re listening (to Him, I presume) … also, “I am sea” … so much to love here. Gorgeous, gorgeous work!
This is beautiful. I like how at the end the “I” is capitalized. “truth and the moss green of breeze” – that’s my favorite phrase.
That “moss green breeze” is gorgeous.
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When in Rome… well actually a few years ago… you could see some of the older building materials in the newer construction. Not everything that is torn down is just discarded. I wondered though at the history of those oddly placed puzzle pieces.
You are very kind to enjoy my mash-ups. I hope you had a great summer. I was busier than I thought I’d be. And still didn’t get half as much done as I wanted… Cheers, Jules.
Oh what wonder and beauty and maturity in these words. I’ve never been so happy to be the age am. xo