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Category Archives: aubades
(an ovillejo aubade) .. She borrowed light of moon …………too soon to hold the stars above …………with love. And by the break of dawn, …………she’s gone. But in her parting song, you’ll find a hidden line that holds you just … Continue reading
.. before the sun stretches hot and bold, we hold one last gaze at the nothingness of fickle fallen stars. .. twiglet #64.
(an aubade tanka) .. one last stolen kiss. watch that fading sky; oh, see? silver filament looped to invisible strings, moon rewires herself to sea. .. prompted by poetic asides.
(here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud and the sky of the sky of a tree called life;which grows higher than soul can hope or mind can hide) – E.E. Cummings .. april … Continue reading
(an aubade) .. There weren’t quite enough clouds to stir up that crimson purple rose blush sort of sky cauldron, and the tangerine shine of rising yolk sun was acceptable, at best. Cue more birdsong. Cut the traffic din. Maybe … Continue reading
… it floats up slow, like it’s got no place to be, no sea of blue to spotlight and sizzle. it breaches mountain top, climbs upupup, apricot fingers sticky with a new day’s hope. .. …
.. Can you see us? Sitting there with the whirl -wind in our hair and time to spare and the summer stretched out long and lean. We’ve howled all night at a curious moon and danced half ……………..(crazy) naked under … Continue reading
(an Aubade) .. Dawn breaks us open, unspoken and changed, rearranged. We say our goodbyes, our last gull cries, our vast pulled tides and ardent waves. Sun rises; moon falls, a balance like breathing. She’s nothing but a ghost … Continue reading
.. Saucy wench, that moon. Silk-slipping away with morning’s after -glow. She knows a thing or two about slinking away, sinking low when sun cracks open its egg-on-the-face stain. She’s danced all night and now it’s time to tuck in … Continue reading