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Tag Archives: sun
happystance
see, what happened was that she walked outside and breathed the blue sky and saw the sun’s smile and breathed and believed and turned her happen-stance into a happy d a n c e. ::Written for Poetic Asides.
Posted in poetic asides poems
Tagged believe, Breathe, dance, dances with poems, happystance, short poems, sky, small poems, sun
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one last flabbergasp
this poem is all a-flutter, a-mutter-ment of swallowed moon and muddled sun. she’s one (i am-bic) foot in, three (blank) sheets to the wind and counting. she’s a fountain of be -wild-erment, a copper sunrise penny spent on dandelion wisheswith fluff-fine handles. {bring candles.} she’s throwing a surprise party of … Continue reading
Posted in April PAD 2023
Tagged balloons, blank sheets, flabbergasp, iambic feet, last poem of April, moon, sun, surprise party, this poem poems, whew
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Oops.
I think maybe we released these fragile dreams too soon. But you don’t owe me anything. Any more than the sun need pardon the moon. ::In April, she poems.
Unpenned Ink & Other Liquid Types
Take a minute. Wipe your tears. Wind the clock hands back (clack black),trace your words on wounded skin and tear your poems in two. Close your eyes. Bow to the sun. Tell the wind she’s woundthat face one minute trace too soon. Lean close to the stars,tie a bow on the moon. :: In April, she poems.
Loose Thoughts Caught by My Pillowtalk Blur
The sky’s (somehow) chartreuse, and (wow!) there go all these paper poemkites loosed to wind. The moon’s a lavender lozenge and I’ve got hum-mingbird wings, and dragon skin. We live in the trees, breeze-lullabied and ample-limbed, writing merry manifestos in chalk. Watch the river spill, it’s filled with limoncello and our rafts … Continue reading
Posted in April PAD 2023
Tagged dream poems, dreams, loose thoughts, moon, pixie sticks, sky poems, stars, sun, treehouses
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The Sun’s Up Again And the world keeps turning and the sky keeps squawking and I swear you just keep talking, while the geese fly by like little white lies. Catch one for me, and wring its neck. I dare you. ::In November, we poem.
Posted in November Chapbook 2022
Tagged aubade with a broken neck, geese, little white lies, sun
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Icarus Waning
I know the feeling, Sir. Of chutzpah,hubris, and unheeded warnings. Of flapping full tilt into a too-bright sun. . Of falling in love with this broken (open) sky. ::In November, we poem.
Posted in November Chapbook 2022
Tagged Chutzpah, danger will robinson, falling, hubris, Icarus, sun, waiting on her wings, wax and wane, wax wings
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The Sun’s a Golden Lozenge
And there’s a croak in my throat and so from now on I shall speak only in braille, the ache of words unspokenthe frail flurry of feathersthe echo of this bright sky. I know the chance I’m takingbut it’s a choice I’m makingjust in case … Continue reading
Sky Shenanigans
We’ve already swallowed a big ol’ slice of that lemon yellow sun; now we’re gonna sip some milky moon and scare us up some fun. ::In November, we poem.
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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