Tag Archives: sun poems

spitting at the sun

she’s too hot too handle, and so the boys take action, look up and fire away. …………gravity laughs.   ..

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Swallowing Sun

“Sunshine cannot bleach the snow, Nor time unmake what poets know.” – Ralph Waldo Emerson “Sunshine is delicious, rain is refreshing…” – John Ruskin   .. It breaks, this day. Open, like an egg. In golden strings, strummed as song. … Continue reading

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this poem

  . this poem is a slight chance, a small glance into a waiting spring. this poem doesn’t want to play or sing or sting or be much of anything. this poem is a ragged piece of forgotten string. this … Continue reading

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Four Small Slices of Morning Sky

… {I} A brazen bumblebee interrupts the breeze, holds court with low-lying clouds and consorts with our lonely azaleas. The sun is none the wiser. {II} The sky is falling, perhaps. Or sighing, lying itself flat with cobalt glee. Have … Continue reading

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One for the Nut House

. Oh, how I wanted to boil my hat, a sequence that made no sense to anyone outside my little cherry box. We were all as latelate -late as watches on chains and white rabbits can measure, a slow roiling … Continue reading

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Holding Court on the Gangway

  . wordled for mindlovemisery.

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