morning glories


this pen
these keys
the long slow please
-pull of coffee and precious pre-chaos

this spark
and all its ancient fire
and ice
and storm
and strum.

the thrum
of heart
beat black
and blue
and clacked to white.

the slight
breeze of mourning
sky cracked open
and wanting.

the haunting
of phrase, the
shatter of sigh


pad poeming 


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2 Responses to morning glories

  1. Shawna says:

    Good heavens, this is gorgeous. Every word. I just want to forever savor each phrase (in lieu of candy).

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