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Tag Archives: sun
Phoenix Rising
Surprising, really how fast she finds her wings, cobbles broken things back together and sets her self (less shattered) back to sun. She molds a smile from emberedash and tears, mosaics splintered years into a dragon-armored kite and calls herself wild, child of moon and other borrowed … Continue reading
Posted in April PAD 2022
Tagged dragons, here there be dragons, phoenix rising, second chances, sun, wings and things
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bitter sky
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Posted in magnetic poetry
Tagged magnetic poetry, moon poems, moon stones, poetical magnetism, sky, sun
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hang a left when you get to the moon
she’ll show you the way to wane, to whim the hands of time to darker sides. go straight for the stars, dot-to-dot math a path to that horizon haze, and hold the day loosely in pin-pricked points. sway right at … Continue reading
Posted in Uncategorized
Tagged #aprpad, #inaprilwepoem, moon, moon poems, moon stones, stars, sun
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Papering the Sky
.. Be -hold the sun, flush with first blush of day , an unquiet con ……….(artist) -trail of clouds, pass -ing by too soon , the dry rub spark of dark stars, this toxic oxy -mo(r)on. .. In November, we … Continue reading
Posted in moon poems
Tagged dark stars, moon poems, moon stones, November Chapbook Challenge 2018, November PAD 2018, oxymorons, slightly aubade-ish, spark, stars, sun
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Holding Only Breath
.. Ah, silence. The greatest violence the morning alarm, the storm of only her own unquiet skin. A single-serve sun also rises, and she swallows it whole just to sing its shine. The melting moon her only concern, …….caller, companion. … Continue reading
Posted in dVerse poems
Tagged dVerse poems, embracing life, moon, Poetics, single hood, single-serve sun, sky songs, successfully single, sun
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Still Pondering Crows
.. She knows there are other things to pause and poem (the light in that window there, the flapping rooster man on the corner, the whisper of snails) , but she cannot seem to get past the ebony apostrophes of … Continue reading
Posted in Uncategorized
Tagged birds on a wire, black heart, Blue, counting crows, crows, morning poems, murder of crows, quoth the ravens, ravens, sun
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Scrabbling the Sun
… We scar it with our own lettered shine, crescent it with moon fingers. Stairway it in stars. A it. B it. See it through new eyes. Vowel it deep; steep it into some semblance of silence. We tornado our … Continue reading
Posted in dVerse poems
Tagged broken skies, dVerse poems, haiku as verb, moon, sky songs, stars, sun, tabernacle, verbification, verbing, whowhatwhenwherewhy
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Slanted Aubade
{It Dawns on Her} .. Oh, that damn sun comes up again. And coffee fills her cup again and one day’s not enough again and it’s all kind of getting under her skin. The adieu of moon, the tilted sky. … Continue reading
Run Four (and a Little More)
in the humidity. in the humility. in the hummm-idity of a new day. through the rainy breeze. through the whispering trees. through the raging seas of your own crazy brain. run four (and a little more) to clear your mind. … Continue reading →