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Monthly Archives: August 2017
TaHo(m)e
… She spills her soul to storm and wills her self to soar, and quills her words some more along these sacred shores. .. Written for Poetic Asides.
Posted in poetic asides poems
Tagged breathing in blue, no place like TaHome, Poetic Asides, Tahoe poems
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She’ll need more than galoshes for this bright rain.
.. She’s walked a few in blue suede, slipped ruby, glass. Laced up before the dawn in pursuit of early grace. Donned lace and leather, canvas; retraced her own ………steps (backward) ……….barefoot …….in sand. She’s landed sharp, and soft, and … Continue reading
Posted in Uncategorized
Tagged dVerse, galoshes, glass shoes, glass slippers, hard rain, Poetics, ruby slippers, shoes, these boots are made for, unfamiliar shoes, walk a mile
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more than blue
… call her ish {mael}, tired of waiting,de -bating breath and sigh -lence. call her boneless courage, be -friended skin, beginning of sacred sky. squall her a storm, some salt she might shed, a day she might dread turned to … Continue reading
Posted in moon poems, twiglets
Tagged bated breath, moon shadow, moon stones, sacred sky, sunlight
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Cloudy, with a {small} chance of tossing all her words to sky.
I dance. Bliss-bubbleballoon this clover-cloud sky. We journey, jars open, leaves spilled; giggle -ghost our most drizzle-dreamed stillness. Flicker me storm -peppered fear, the dear -dawn way green twists rosebreeze. Whisper -curl my long-lulled scarsong, breath sparked, shadowsound. Shimmer -grin … Continue reading
Posted in dVerse poems, Quadrille
Tagged bliss, Q44, Quadrille, the one where she uses all the words, the one with all the words
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it comes down to this {she says, as she falls}
.. the bliss of the moon kissing skin. the twist of balloon clouds shadow-puppeting the sky. the skip of stones across the sea. can you hold these things …..{careful, careful now} for me? i’ll be back once these old dry … Continue reading
Posted in dVerse poems, Quadrille
Tagged balloon clouds, bliss, dVerse poems, old dry bones, Q44, Quadrille, sky songs
26 Comments
Run Four (and a Little More)
in the humidity. in the humility. in the hummm-idity of a new day. through the rainy breeze. through the whispering trees. through the raging seas of your own crazy brain. run four (and a little more) to clear your mind. … Continue reading
Posted in dragon poems
Tagged breeze, crazy brain, heart, mind, rain, run four, run four plus, run one, run three, run two, running commentary, running one mile every day if it kills me, running poems, soul, sun, trees
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Everything’s Eventual
… The way the sky cracks open to the beat of her most unmetered feet. The way her heart tunes itself to a new moon with each dawn. The birdsong that builds her heart a home, fills her throat with … Continue reading
running through
a slow and gentle rain calls and falls on street-slap feet. i conquer 2.5, alive with the scent of skywater on skin and a new day to begin. the drops become a rhythm, a rhyme, a song, the long slow … Continue reading
running before the sun
{wakes} ………{shines} …{takes} the day in another direction. be -fore the moon sleeps, tucked in tight and slightly tilted. before the pavement heats and the streets are filled with people and cars and busy-ness and business and all the nonsense … Continue reading
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i am 5am
the zen of all sky, no sun. first breaths, and livening of lungs. i am slow beat of heart and feet, rhythmic pull of chest. i am fast (g)race, unmetered pace, blurred face and untamed. blessed.