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Because she has grown from this turquoise scrim,

  She braids her roots into the stars, a triumph of chimneys at her crown. She ponders petals and sparrows, casts the moon, and pins it down.   .. Image by artist Catrin Welz-Stein Inspiring prompt from over at dVerse Poetics today, … Continue reading

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of starlings, starts and stars

.. murmur me something in hungry ear; some -(n)ation of flock, and flight. some just-right square for be -ginnings. of significant light. twinkle in some small spin of silence. some mirth of mind. somewhere to find myself steeped in ink-sanity … Continue reading

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Belladonna Moon

… She makes us swoon, poised and poison in her hemlock sky. She’s got spies, these night -shade stars, sending them falling, calling each other into the dark. Did we spark their conversations with our foxglove stares? The fragile lairs … Continue reading

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Holding the River in Unquiet Hands

{Aubade for a Softer Sunrise} . Shattered, we slow our hearts and let dawn’s waves wash over, taking with them our deepest wants and fears, but not the ability to call them back, or make them stay gone. Falling moon … Continue reading

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How She Got It Back

… She just put on her little Miss Grooooovy two-shoes and danced the indigo blues to a southern sky. And oh, my did that sun ever shimmy-sway …s    h    i    n    e ……………just fine.   .. … Continue reading

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Come Again, and Soon

.. We woo that wild and wily moon, ask her to stay. Her visits are brilliant, short, and waning. We whine. Try to wine and dine her with burgundy clouds, ebony scrim. She turns in her dark dress, golden tresses … Continue reading

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De-cember Begins

November was crunch time and she got pooped of poppingoutpoems, so she took a few days to breathe, believe in the magic of Christmas coming, her heart thrumming to little boys drumming to a baby king. Now all that’s left … Continue reading

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