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Tag Archives: breathing in blue
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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Silver Surf(er)
There’s a wonder to the places where water folds into land, where the taste of salt on lips is magic. Dig your toes in deep and steep your heart in Blue. Watch the moon plop in, full and fat … Continue reading
she breathed in blue
…and then, she came home. …
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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run three, for me
{miles} with a big smile, because Blue is so close you can touch her, breathe her in and be -gin the day knowing you’ve run the (g)race you need. you’ve come to the water and returned whole, filled your lungs … Continue reading
Posted in Uncategorized
Tagged breathing in blue, daisy chains, grace, he loves me loves me not, Lake Tahoe, miles to go before i sleep, run one, run three, run three plus, run two, running commentary, running poems, running to blue, sunrise, Tahoe run, up before the sun, when did i become a runner
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cool {blue} runnings
run two (point five) ……………….{miles} to waiting blue, to the scattered hue of a rising sky. i am 6am, the rhythm of feet and the silence of nobody and no body and heartbeat and birdsong. the long slow strides that … 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
run to blue
three ……..{miles} should do it, there and back again. Cool breeze, cool lungs, a brilliant sun skimming the surface of all this blue. There’s a rhythm here that’s different, a sky song waiting. The beat of feet without the strangling … Continue reading
Rancid Pavement
… Our shins walk toward the water – twin divining rods, shod in skin and shadow. The sky’s a rippled trance of whisper-thin blue, push -pinned up only by wisp of cloud. Who were we before this place? This indigo … Continue reading
Posted in wordles
Tagged begging blue, breathing in blue, craving blue, indigo, Lake poems, only four weeks till Tahoe, wordles
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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 →