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umbrella heavens

the year has taken much, and left us hollow.  we count sorrowson both hands and watchthe cold doors close. i suppose   of all these wayward things, i miss my -self the most.  i search the sky for rain and other groovy ghosts. It’s Quadrille Monday … Continue reading

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Follow that yellow brick

Tin man’s on the hunt again. She stole his Oz -heart, wrenched it from his metal chest and  smashed it all to bits. It’s amazing really, how soon  these creaky limbs bounce back, on track, reach for something new. Glue-thick as thieves. Red as … Continue reading

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the sky’s a curio cabinet of stars, with her at center

it gets curiouser and curious-er, her fascination with that sky sand dollar,that noble star scholar, mama moon. she swoons at crescent smile, a fine fool for full. you can question her about it some, but she has no words. only hum, and shine.  It’s Quadrille Monday over at … Continue reading

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an etched scratch scrape in a twisting sky

this poem is a tightly wound spring. she’s a  taut wound caught up in clacked-black things.  she’s got unspoken broken and unscattered seed, unpolished corners and unmet needs.  she’s a wayward kite on a fragile string. let’s unwind her now, and let her sing.  Lill’s given us a fun … Continue reading

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seeing red

the anger fades in lurid liquid shades of burgundymerlotsangria ,and the claret-y comes in wine and waves,saves us slowly sip by sip.  we slip our hands together in prayerand painand praise of slight squashed dreams and mangled grapes.  Linda’s got a great word for us over at dVerse … Continue reading

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smashed word broken

let it go — thesmashed word brokenopen vow orthe oath cracked lengthwise — let it go itwas sworn togo E. E. Cummings  we smoosh them between our hungry fingers like chalk,smudge them to the sky.  you and I, we’ve got them right were … Continue reading

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Wayward Sky

We had a deal, you and I. I’d just lookup, and you’d bring the stars.  No matter how far we’ve come, I can find my way home by those light-stung shards.  But tonight you’ve got something darker in mind:  Discombobulated me, left behind.  I’m late to Lisa’s … Continue reading

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un-imping the ossibles

that tiny imp is at it again, taking what is -erfectand turning it to dust. stealing what is -robable and dressing it in muss.  we take all these minuses and gift ourselves the poss, knowing anything is possible if we can (s)imply                                       trust.  :: written for today’s Quadrille over at dVerse. I’m … Continue reading

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pursuits

she shoots for the moon when it comes to some things, wishing stars, truth, trees that sing. life.  laughter, the kind that ringsthrough the house like music.  she’s happiest             (of happenstance                     of happy chance) near water, but you’ll find her here, dancing.  Lill’s got us happy-ing over the … Continue reading

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true north waiting

she is particle dust parched on desert floor, thrust far from the magnet Blue of true.  point her upand just let go; you know she’ll make her way back someday when she’s had her fill of still cobalt.  today, the sky will do.    …       … Continue reading

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