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Tag Archives: breeze
social breeze
.. it carries in the wisdom of these trees, the hum-hum-hummer of these birds, a hint of song. we’ve held it, quiet in our aching hands our un-hugging hands our un-holding hands our idle hands our hungry hands, but as … Continue reading
language lessons
.. i am still studiously listening to the stutter of trees, the Braille of breeze, and the way these feathered things might sway their song. that moon, she’s a teacher. a preacher. a reacher of stars. a quiet far -off … Continue reading
Posted in Uncategorized
Tagged algorithm, birdsong, breeze, cogitating, dVerse poems, hieroglyphics, moon songs, moon stones, Poetics, shy shade, still learning, twiglets
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Run Four (and a Little More)
in the humidity. in the humility. in the hummm-idity of a new day. through the rainy breeze. through the whispering trees. through the raging seas of your own crazy brain. run four (and a little more) to clear your mind. … Continue reading
Posted in dragon poems
Tagged breeze, crazy brain, heart, mind, rain, run four, run four plus, run one, run three, run two, running commentary, running one mile every day if it kills me, running poems, soul, sun, trees
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run two (point five)
……..{miles} to feel alive, to feel the breeze on your face and the night sky on your skin. say good morning to the moon and the stars and the new grace that’s ours if we let it soak in. ..
run, too
{just two} {miles} cuz it’s all that you have time for. there are kids to get to school and all kinds of morning urgencies and emergencies and more. but first, run two. just you. in the silence of a midnight … Continue reading
monday run fun
ran two …………(and a half) {miles} with ……………..(finally) half a smile for the cold breeze and the crazy whispering trees and that sloooooooowly rising sun. for purple clouds and loud birds and waking before the rest of my world.
sun: run one (x2)
watch the midnight blue fade; watch the sun climb into a waiting sky, breathe in the breeze of this (g)race -filled day.
Addressing the Day
.. The world’s gone gray. We say more than we want; less than we mean. Asphalt slate, erased. Smoke sky. Even the breeze has teeth. Are we grieving something? Leaving something behind? Trying to bind ourselves a new center? Oh, … Continue reading
Posted in dVerse poems, Quadrille
Tagged breeze, giggle, gray day everything is gray, Q44, Quadrille
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tree skins and silence
… shhhhh, i am inky-quiet and strange to my own touch. I am lo(o)sing my muchness to some mad-and-moonly sky. try and find me here, among these forest fallings; i dare you. i swear, somewhere between there and the whisper … Continue reading
Posted in dVerse poems, Quadrille
Tagged breeze, dVerse poems, inky quiet, Q44, Quadrille, tree skins, whispers
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Running Against the Wind
… Just gotta put one foot in front of the other, take another step pull another breath find another song. Just gotta listen to the trees, they know things feet can’t know lungs can’t swallow sky can’t tell. Just gotta … Continue reading →