Tag Archives: clacking black
.. What is it we have learned from pebbled songs? Simply this: We are word warriors forming sacred battle lines just in (case)time for our brokenness to find a place to feel (g)rounde(d);lay its small unquiet secrets. We have a … Continue reading
I am scribbler, seeker, word scavenger. Flit and flutter, dot-to-dot soul. I will clack black, indigo, and make worlds of all this silence. A found poem scavenged from my own poem journal, for day 4 of Grace’s 28 days … Continue reading
This place, a lake. I see myself. I float my words. I plow black through silent snow and wait for echo. .. Cool prompt over at Poets United. Come play.
, and periwinkle chalk, and indigo ink that stains my skin. Slips of trees waiting. Sea. Sky. Sand and salt and wide-spilled stars. Shine. Black clacked, plowed through a snowstorm of white. The peace of another sunrise, and time ………………………………….to … Continue reading
.. This poem is a live wire, a woven liar, a vowed lyre with a broken string. It’s a filament of sigh and song, a quiet longing sizzling across the miles. It’s a caffeine-keyed up smile, clacked black against … Continue reading
.. breathes in syllables, clacks black to paper snow. pens poems, cleans nothing. ..