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Tag Archives: Blue
grey balloon set in a painted sky
:: why don’t you embrace all that blue? :: Quickly, day 27.
whatever is true
she longs to stand beside the ocean feeling significantly small, where the only color that matters ………………….is blue.
Posted in squall
Tagged a whisper of blue, Blue, breathing in blue, feeling blue, weary world
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palms, sunday.
I need a moment to deliberate… -Alanis Morissette, ‘Uninvited’ .. our feet are tired, and so we count these things …………(eenie, meenie) on outstretched hands, hoping the sky might have …(miney, mo) answers we cannot find. all that blue … Continue reading
blue stone bee
magnetic poetry
Mast (Mask) and Sail
I dreamed I was more than moored, but less than Lake. That the shaking of these limbs (this breeze) was about more than trees (and less than song.) I dreamed I belonged to the sea, and that she gave me … Continue reading
blue streak
run one (pause) ………….{mile} with a bright blue smile at the end. be -friend the bug you ate; debate the hues of pink and blue and know the stones know things. fling breath and caution and fear to a morning … Continue reading
Lapping Blue
.. rough as a cat’s tough these lake-sand shores help me pumice my poems. .. twiglets #19.
Lake of the Sky
.. When you slip on ……..your cobalt best, …………..I find myself on your shore. There are small kingdoms ……..here, sandcastles of …………..my own small making. Do you see the geese ripple ……..your surface? They etch …………..a new language – I … Continue reading
Still Pondering Crows
.. She knows there are other things to pause and poem (the light in that window there, the flapping rooster man on the corner, the whisper of snails) , but she cannot seem to get past the ebony apostrophes of … Continue reading
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Tagged birds on a wire, black heart, Blue, counting crows, crows, morning poems, murder of crows, quoth the ravens, ravens, sun
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run three, to Blue
{miles} from me to You, where (g)race flows free from every rhythmic step. where sky and lakey sea make way for more of You and less of me.