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Tag Archives: sun
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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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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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 →