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Tag Archives: dancing
Meaning of Morning
: with her sun-sliver smile and the way she shines anew; she’s got a secret, see? All thingscan change, rearrange themselves into new songs. And some things can be (a 5, 6, 7, 8) counted on, like rising. :: written for poetic asides November … Continue reading
First Dance
{1984} .. We are all stiff arms and too-long limbs and sweaty palms and Lionel is belting out Hello and I just know everybody is watching and I’m not even really sure I like you anymore and then the … Continue reading
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Tagged 1980s, 8th grade, April PAD 2017, awkward teens, dancing, first dance, Poetic Asides prompts
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Required
.. Some of us gather ourselves in stars, stones, scars, and the quiet places traced between the usual lines. Pieced together softly, we find our centers. Add skin. Begin to wonder what we were building in the first place. Call … Continue reading
this poem is a wild child
, a fleeting thought caught on a string, bleating out her most quiet things and watching them float. it’s a wild er -nest, a best chance at consorting with clouds and drinking out loud of the deepest blue see. it’s … Continue reading
I’ll Never-Land This Day
Did you say ……………………………………….the pixie dust is gone? ….I shall fend for myself, …………………………………….fly ……………..by the seat …………………………………of my own ………………………………………..dance. .
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Tagged dancing, i can fly, never-land, peter pan, pixie dust, poeming, poems, Writing
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