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Daily Archives: June 5, 2017
tempest dragon
… she’s a perfect storm -jar, leaves torn from her own ghost -journey with a twist-curl-skip-melt-spill from whisperwindow s(t)ill. she’ll giggledance you a new shimmer-spark-song-dawn, the long -drizzle-spring of shadowballoon. her rose-petal wings echo-breathe the sound of open cloudbreeze, lull … Continue reading
Squall
.. She blames the rain {again}. A gain of drop on skin; a loss of something more. The sky is broken open, full of bruises, old songs. She’s waiting for the sun to sigh, tell her how to feel again, … Continue reading
Posted in dVerse poems, Quadrille
Tagged broken sky, bruises, old songs, Q44, Quadrille, rain, sigh and silence, storm
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mon: done.
ran two (who knew?) ……….{miles} without stopping. without dropping. without a single roll, even though my lungs caught fire. the only {smile} was still the sun, but at least that’s ………………………..done. ..
Posted in Uncategorized
Tagged daybreak, run one, running, running one mile every day if it kills me, sunrise
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