Tag Archives: breathing in syllables

Hold her carefully, in quiet hands

.. This poem is made of cardboard, clouds and clay. She only has a tiny thing ……………….(or two) to say, but she might shout it. She’s all about it – this sunslant, that breeze. She breathes in syllables and sighs; … Continue reading

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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

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of syllables and snow

.. when the world goes white, let that lonely moon haiku you home.   ..

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Breathing Under

. water saves us, staves off the thirst that only loss can know. Indigo steeps our skin, roadmaps our unquiet veins, stains the world in sky. Hand. Truth. Breath. Hold it all (loosely, love) while the helium balloon fills. Me? … Continue reading

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helium

(a double tanka of) helium .. her mama gave her a balloon with Mickey ears. no hesitation, (fly!) she let go of the string and giggled it to the clouds. forty years later, with a full inflated heart, tired empty … Continue reading

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mountain place

It’s as if her heart has been here, all along – strung by pine and breeze and reflection of sky …….and aspen song.     ..  

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a murmured minute minuet

.. hold your own breath one tick, one tock; find yourself here. ask the sky why she looses blue. kick the door open; break the lock. this symphony has its own sting – we’re living proof. as seconds pass, our … Continue reading

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