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Tag Archives: sunrise
when both the sun and moon grace the same gold sky,i too am both erased and a bold new light rising. :: In November, we poem. Today is day 4.
we uh at that saffron balloon sunrise seizing the skyand we’re listening for the bumble-buzz of beeand be. the world is all squawk squawk squawk and talk of war-nings and fire and we have to warble loud to stay un-stressed. it’s best to pencil in the rest, slow slur -blur shades of … Continue reading
Hush. See? Earth’s not in a rush and we should not be either. She’s quiet -ly turning, not yearning for speed. She’s all tiny flit and flutter, tide and teaspooned time. Take a breathand hold it like a swallowed moon. Swoon for … Continue reading
we watch it plop up again and again all saffron spinall lozenged hope all miracle-raised invisible string prop. it slow simmer singes a waking sky while you and i try to make something of its hazy smoke. is it the dot on a question mark caught by curious sky? … Continue reading
we can rue this day all we want, rant its shortcomings and moan its faults, but there’s always another one another run another sun waiting in the wings. :: In April, we poem.
:: And suddenly the day’s cracked open like a broken storm,with me alone at center. :: In November, we poem. This one’s an aubade.
this is no garden place, these terra cotta hills and mountain face. she aches for blue beyond this sky, some rainbow’d why. but still she finds a slip of pink to fuel her ink; a bramble of crimson, that golden … Continue reading
She runs to breathe, and be -lieves that things will get better with the dawn. She holds that fire in her heart and wishes upon it, knows these days are numbers, fleeting. She is equal parts lake ache and … Continue reading
.. Do you think we have finally held them long enough – these tangled things, our breaths, our hands? I’ll scribble you a sunrise if you’ll loan me one small rhyme. Let’s sell this sky for cobalt scrap; swallow dry … Continue reading