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Tag Archives: sunlight
because the sunlight doesn’t quite reach her skin
, this poem is a mossy old oak falling in a forest with no one near ……………..to …….hear. .. in april, we poem. even on days we don’t wanna.
more than blue
… call her ish {mael}, tired of waiting,de -bating breath and sigh -lence. call her boneless courage, be -friended skin, beginning of sacred sky. squall her a storm, some salt she might shed, a day she might dread turned to … Continue reading
Posted in moon poems, twiglets
Tagged bated breath, moon shadow, moon stones, sacred sky, sunlight
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Squandering Sunlight
.. There’s a last -ditch effort to our breathing, a long slow grieving process (progress?) that comes sharp with every sunset. We watch it plop into mountain range ocean spill quiet plain; disappear as if it never shined. We hold … Continue reading
Seeking Sunlight
.. Her broken places are poised and ready. Give her a scattered shower sky, a frozen why worth thawing. Hold her out, seaglass tumbled, wave-rumbled, to a dappled breeze. Filter her some -thing she can catch, know, grow into something … Continue reading
Posted in Uncategorized
Tagged broken and beautiful, broken places, broken poems, Poetic Asides prompts, seeking, sunlight
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