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Tag Archives: clocks ticking
Dandelion Kites in the Storm
let all go – the big small middling tall bigger really the biggest and all things – let all go dear so comes love – E.E. Cummings .. There’s a little girl twirling in the park over there; see her? … Continue reading
Clocks Ticking (Us, Off)
It’s the now of our own forsaking. I’ve been taking lessons from a blind ventriloquist because somebody once told me loose lips sink ships and tomorrow’s gone. Shall we hold our tongues, smile? Then, just this: … Continue reading
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Tagged clocks ticking, Cruellest Month prompts, forms, new to me forms, Triquain Swirl
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Sevenling {3 STRANG3 and SIGNIFICANT DR3AMS}
… Three strange and significant dreams come to her in the dead of night, under glow of moon, under salt of stars. She counts sheep, skeletons, …………….breath. Shakes the day from her eyelashes, and waits. .. Prompted by … Continue reading
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Tagged April, April PAD 2016, breath, clocks ticking, counting sheep, dreams, eyelash poems, nightmares, sevenlings
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