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Make a ceiling of this sky, indigo
in all its glory. Embrace the bound
-aries of this room, this infinite space,
this place we’ve been given to inhale
and exhale and grow to know our
-selves, each other. Gather stones
only for building bridges, glossing quiet
ripples on still waters. Listen for the
gossip of the stars; they know things.
They sing. All sting should come from
busy bees, no honeyed lips or flowery
speech. Hold a cloud in your cheeks,
find air where once was fear. Consider
lilies, birds, releasing dawn and start
-led song to the wisdom of this breeze.
Hum. Hiccup. Sneeze. Seize peace.
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Prompted by Poetic Asides.
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Whoa! this is wonderful! I adore “Listen for the gossip of the stars; they know things. They sing.” Gorgeous writing, as always, De.
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very flowing, streaming consiously from one idea to the next, love how this unfolds
“Make a ceiling of this sky, indigo
in all its glory.” … I first misread this with “indigo” as a verb: “Make a ceiling of this sky, indigo all its glory.”
I LOVE how you went all astrological, drawing out the Aries in “bound/aries.” An Aries really should not be bound.
“Gather stones
only for building bridges, glossing quiet
ripples on still waters.” … This is a stunning sentence and sentiment. I just love the phrase “glossing quiet.” … Likewise with “gossip of the stars.”
Perfect closing line. 🙂 I very much like the inclusion of “Hiccup.”