Tag: inspirational
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Summer tang.
The grass in the summer heat, frenzied and wild as I in the embrace of the sun in its zenith– pressed unto the backs of my shoulders, head …and neck. Cheeks aflame, dizzy in its proximity like a lover too close, hair tickling the thighs as I lie on the lawn, white ruffles pushed to the side […]
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Dreaming me
Am I dreaming you? Or are you dreaming me? If you are dreaming me, Can I send up a request? Tug on the knots in my belly, my heart so the strings swim into the currents that separate us like the legs of a jellyfish— fluid, pulsating watchful But, if it is me dreaming you […]
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Brontë in the storm
Darkness billows round me cool breeze of the turbulent sky rattles me But, a spell from a distant memory bounds me And so, my feet–entrenched, will not go The tall, bent trees bear down, their leaves shaking— threaten to break canopy The heavens rumble their agreement And so, I cannot will to go I cry […]
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Does the wind speak of your coming?
I have never seen you in such detail as I have seen you then. The tremble in your eyes, the lips a touch darker at the edges, as you sway to the wind’s whiplash. The lime prairies behind the stifling brick house attest to your presence like a ripple over an excited crowd, jittery in […]
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Shape of you.
A silver comb with a missing tooth A blue chipped saucer it’s teacup, swept away A single white glove fitted for a right hand A rain sodden diary, pressed memories– faint. Things texturized from the grainy scene by moments of fragility. . .
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Evening gown.
You wear a white evening gown, hair curled, puffed and pinned to the head. You hum a tune from an old movie, something about a forbidden love, and I watch from your feet, the swish of your free skirts, the anticipation of your heart flutter dancing at your heels. I watch again from your chest […]
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On I wander.
I will be wandering lands long before I reach the hem of grace I will be wandering lush meadows and arid deserts careening on a rowing boat in tempest waves scraping between the wreckage of time and rhythms long before I reach the hem of grace but reach I shall and so, on I wander […]
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Nothing that mimics
nothing, empty, I thought how odd that is everyone else has smiles, tears and something called cares, except I. My little self sat there mimicking the upturned and downturned corners of the lips mimicked their sound of laugh their arms in kindness and meanness mimicked their strides their speech, the silent and the stresses their […]
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The birth of Voice.
Bricks loose like pulled teeth, yellow chipped paint with a whole white daisy. Pale sky heaving through caved wooden ribs. Hunched shadows hunting– shadows behind keening walls marred in soot. Whimpering cries, harried shushing silence screams ringing in the ears breath coming out fast–faster, sharp intake, pause– ‘whuu…’ soft whistle blow a humming tune, picked […]
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Take the embrace.
So little yet so much to put a soft curve, a dip on that– horizon that tumbles downhill giddy on wheels leaping off– lifted by the wind skin toasty in the sun, leaves aflutter on branches like eyelashes batting just for you O! the cool sea breeze on your sharp collar bones puppy waves frothing […]
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