Tag Archives: storms

Seeing ourselves in raindrops

  ..  We watch the rain reflecting all our falling, puddling all our pain. .. In November, we poem. Sometimes, a day late.     

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Catastrophes

.. These are sacred storms, these places where we warm our tattered selves; survivor fires. We’re dog-eared, tired and ready to unleash some small thing from within that just might rebuild this broken, battered sky. .. In November, we poem. … Continue reading

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Blue Jean Sky

{after the storm} Alanis is on the radio, and oh, we’ve got some miles to go and some old back roads to get to know with the scent of spent rain fresh on our skin. We’ll begin at this corner … Continue reading

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Deeply enamored of these changing skies

.. Wise or not, we should’ve shot the clouds straight through with ebony smudge just to see where all this delightful dark -ness might lead. We should’ve pleaded with the lightning for a spark of something more, a place to … Continue reading

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Scattered Showers

.. He loves me, ……loves me not, loves ……….me, not. Petaled rain -drops settle the score, and she the storm at center.   .. In November, we poem.     

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Night Rain

  .. , and the sky is falling in skywater shards, and stars.   .. In November, we poem. ..  

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dandelions in the rain

.. she wears a scarf of scribbled poem fluff, just thick enough to ……………(warn) warm us. and her voice cracks open this one last stone of truth: the day’s a storm of sting and silence and we’re all just waiting … Continue reading

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Dandelion Kites in the Storm

let all go – the big small middling tall bigger really the biggest and all things – let all go dear so comes love – E.E. Cummings .. There’s a little girl twirling in the park over there; see her? … Continue reading

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The Quiet One in the Corner Poem

… She hides her eyes behind a stained glass moon; a shadow moving softly in a storm. … twiglets #78.

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Pocket Storms

… I have decided ……………(she thunders) that these last cold drops are mine, …..saved for a sunny day when arched and angry eyebrows know the sky shines quite too bright and I need just one little plop of …………….rain to … Continue reading

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