Tag Archives: tiny poems

beach sand 

if you hold it just right (in pocket, in hand)it’s magic fairy dust.  :: Quickly, day 30. I may write more later, but today’s nuts.

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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.

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Pondering the Word Water 

These parch-ments leave us longing for sylla       -bled ink.  We kneel to        (paper) stream, drink deep.  ::Quickly, day 5.

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in the in between 

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.

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the last poe-hum 

except it isn’t, really.  this is just the onethey call the pen                                 -ultimate.  :: In April, we poem.

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this poem is that one last glimmer

of hope, rising.  she buys an umbrella. she holds hands with horizon.  she winks at the sun. she slicks back her hair and gets busy. she hitchhikes on dandelion wishes. she piggybacks stars.  Written for today’s twiglets. Come play!

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fill me, quill me

,  for my fingers are feeblesmall sisters that cannot sayanything by them-selves.

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the sacred language of dawn

  the coffee sends smoke signals.   tree shadows sign language song.  the breeze whispers me poems.  PAD day 14.

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17 syllables

for when the day has been wall-to-wall wonder, too sunset-struck for words.  :: PAD Challenge, day 11.

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the first grimace of a fractured moon

has us grinning, too and fused to the dancefloor of this star-stung sky. 

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