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Monthly Archives: June 2017
run none
{so far} maybe tonight, but the fight to get too many things done, to have fun with family, to do this life has edged out today’s …..{run} (g)race. ..
graffiti
(after William Carlos Williams) .. so much depends upon the polka-dotted ladybug flitting to and fro, finishing the sentences. .. Prompted by Poetic Asides.
Posted in Uncategorized
Tagged graffiti, ladybug poems, Poetic Asides, William Carlos Willams
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breathing out loud
and a pink neon cloud (is she on the ………………{run} too?) doesn’t seem to know what to do besides hang out, plugged in to a rising sun. And the breath comes hard but it comes and the day’s already too … Continue reading
Posted in Uncategorized
Tagged breath, breathing poems, clouds, neon sky, run, run one, run two, running, running one mile every day if it kills me, running poems, shoes, sunrise, up before the sun
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she says
… you can’t blame the cloud for smudging the sky just because it is raining. … twiglet #29.
i am 5am.
i am the last of the night sky …………….{run} before the sun scorches eyes and torches skin. i am huff-puffed breath and silence, the violence of fiery lung and too-dry tongue and nomorenomorenomore and ohjustonemorestep. i am the rhythm of … Continue reading
Aubade for the A.M.
… Morning breaches too soon, and the moon bids us farewell. That tangerine swell from the east says night has fallen to the other side, pried its dark hands from this horizon. We sway north, question our own salt, and … Continue reading
Posted in dVerse poems, moon poems, Quadrille
Tagged aubades, dVerse, moon stones, pepper, Q44, Quadrille, salt and pepper
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run proud, out loud (mon’s done)
ran one {mile} with my girlie and another 1.5 on my own, on my toes – the sun a rising apricot stone.
Orion’s Wheel
…. We steal celestial moments, thread our words through belt loops touched only by gods light years away. We call names. Fall apart. Whistle and wait for the echo of our own syllables. The stars are pin-prick cat prints on … Continue reading
Posted in wordles
Tagged broken sky, moon, Orion, orion's belt, sky songs, stars, syllables, wordles
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run two (whew!) (fry-day)
ran two (point five) ……………{miles} with half a smile and a whole lot of sweat, a couple of night bats and a swallowed bug. and when i’m done i just wanna hug my fan except i can not move (besides … Continue reading →