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aubade (in the key of d)

(minor) morning breaks her open, flames too soon. she’s  already mourningdarkness, stars and a sinking treble-trembled moon. 

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in the in between 

when both the sun and moon grace the same gold sky,i too am both erased and a bold new light rising.  :: In November, we poem. Today is day 4.

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aubade with a broken smile 

morning breaks us open, and we ponder dragon-breath clouds and all that crimson fire.  we’ve already held these miles between our teeth and found them too salty, too muddled-much for day’s embrace.  the sky’s a quiet place to trace our last good -byes.  ::Linda’s got a great word … Continue reading

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aubade to broken

the day cracks open with a scarlet smile to hide its mourning.  that first bird caw is the empty gnaw of displaced dark.  we wanted more. we wanted all. we wanted whole moon-light, not that evil Cheshire cat smile broken fingernail crescent scar now fading.  ::In April, we poem.

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dawns the day, and so we lace our shoes

run one. just one. and when you’re done, may ………..-be run another one. perhaps a half. another step. another breath. another sidewalk slap-hum, another strum of heart, another start another way of leaving, believing, grieving, receiving sunrise hope ………by …{quail} … Continue reading

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wayward faeries

… they breathe in birdsong, the gentle longing for pocket-petal whisper fall on delicate ears. they laugh in flowers, the quiet hours of morning when the sun smiles a golden hiccup-up-up into the sky.   .. twiglet #24.

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morning night light

(an aubade tanka) .. one last stolen kiss. watch that fading sky; oh, see? silver filament looped to invisible strings, moon rewires herself to sea.   .. prompted by poetic asides. 

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After

  .. That sassy sun smiles again, and one stray vapor of pink -smoke hope curls around her heart.     .. prompted by twiglets.         

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Ms. Moon Waning

.. She’s straining her golden eye to see the last good in this night, the last gold in this fight, the last gild for her flight. She’s danced all night across this star-stung scrim, whirled at her whim to ebony’s … Continue reading

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Specter Moon

(an Aubade)   .. Dawn breaks us open, unspoken and changed, rearranged. We say our goodbyes, our last gull cries, our vast pulled tides and ardent waves. Sun rises; moon falls, a balance like breathing. She’s nothing but a ghost … Continue reading

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