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Dandelion Fluff

.. They say size doesn’t matter and then they say dream big, but I prefer these tiny breaths and the way the breeze teases my heart into flight. You blink at all that sacred spotlight; I think I’ll save myself … Continue reading

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Mast (Mask) and Sail

I dreamed I was more than moored, but less than Lake. That the shaking of these limbs (this breeze) was about more than trees (and less than song.) I dreamed I belonged to the sea, and that she gave me … Continue reading

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Waking softly, slowly

Every day’s the first day of something or other, so we remember the blue. And the blues. The used toothpaste tube. The scent of rain, fading. The crumbling of time. And the way this sly sky holds court with tree … Continue reading

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After All Those Evers

  .. She sleeps , and her spun-gold tresses spindle down these cobbled castle walls. The feeling of gossamer against her skin, and a gentle mourning for fragile footwear. A half -bitten apple. A fading rose. A watchtower, the call … Continue reading

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swollen sky

… did we stutter? mutter clouded somethings to an angry stone? did I wish for this? blow fluff and bliss to breeze, release some semblanced song void of my self? did you go, or stay? these deluged days make heavy … Continue reading

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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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Nothing Quite So Grandiose As Freedom

.. Dream me something of a snail’s pace, a quiet grace built of curious stones. Wrap words around my soul and papier-mâché me whole again, filled with moonlight, ocean salt, sage. Shhhhhh. May we have a moment of silence, please? … Continue reading

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paper dreams

Photo: Daniel Murtagh . if you lie on just the right side, squinch your eyes and wish, some times the words will come to slip between these white sheets.   . prompted by mag#291.       

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