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Daily Archives: February 10, 2016
fin ally
… this maid? she’s mer. see her spangled tail, her eyelash salt? she swims, she skims the surface with her syll -ables and song. give her a moon spilled dark, the quiet spark of waking sun. she’ll thread her lack … Continue reading
Posted in mermaid poems
Tagged mermaids, poeming, Poetic Asides prompts, Poetry, sea poems, sea songs, sirens
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Lull & LOL are Not the Same
.. I laughed out loud today. At the absurdity of life, the cotton of the sky’s white lull. I have a million things to tell you, but they all feel small; none human enough for laughter, nor clear enough to … Continue reading
As this day takes its final breath
.. , awash in crimson scrim and curdled sky, I hope that I will have been still, leaned into the hammock of Your will, and held my self with gentle (mostly empty) hands. I hope I will have sat and … Continue reading
Posted in Uncategorized
Tagged breeze, day breathing its last, empty hands, Poetic Asides
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