Tag Archives: daisy chains

still trying to hug that blue-green marbled mess

i think that i have finally be -friended the dragon. she and i, we cool. we drool in fire and sky, and fly in the face of fear. she slays me with her wit, her will, her whim and want. … Continue reading

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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

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Tied, Untried & True

… spring has sprung and she feels flung. no time to sing, laugh in flowers, raise face to sun. give her a warm-wandered shore, a place to store the sands of time. a sea. a song. spring her ……….(undone) from … Continue reading

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insolent daisies

.. after, she rips the heads off of each and every one of them, with their little white ……..( l i e s ) petals; opts instead for dandelion’s breeze-blown   r   o   a   r.   .. … Continue reading

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Mother, May I?

“Live in each season as it passes; breathe the air, drink the drink, taste the fruit, and resign yourself to the influence of each.” — Henry David Thoreau .. We wish for truth in shades of black and white. It comes … Continue reading

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scribbled daisies in delicate margins

.. swearing by all flowers, she spins hours making eyelashes of petaled promises, lovesmelovesmeknot chains of whim. give her a peri -winkle pen and a bit of white space, and she’ll ……………(erase) trace her own heart along veined vines, and … Continue reading

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One for the Nut House

. Oh, how I wanted to boil my hat, a sequence that made no sense to anyone outside my little cherry box. We were all as latelate -late as watches on chains and white rabbits can measure, a slow roiling … Continue reading

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