Tag: poems
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Loopy words
What’s your favorite word today? Clouds Why? It’s a loopy word, It starts with a ‘C’ that is, a half circle like cloud fluffs yet it sounds more like a loop than ‘circle’ does, Isn’t it?
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When white splits.
Come upstairs, love I am sorry, I— pushed you down. Come upstairs and paint me I have hung around white clouds… …for so long Come upstairs and rampage! Split them red, pink, purple and gold Rainbow is your palette Soak up the blotting paper blank too long. Oh! The beat, of these splashes so gorgeous […]
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Who speaks?
The dandelion don’t make wishes The leaves shudder like rattlesnakes The clouds shape is anything but Does the river move forward or backward?
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Glazed heart
Addicted to this, hazy dream– tension across the too, quick tempered glass. My little buckled heels, chips a little off the surface. Oh, the gingerly placed steps hold tenderly the blush glass. ‘It’s alright, it’s alright,’ she tremors, but the cracks are a little, wider She shut her eyes. Oh, she shut her eyes over […]
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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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What is I but you?
I see your eyes under the murky water my eyes overlay yours. You carry a– torch, flame lapping the– currents, you raise it languidly above your chest closer, under your chin our eyes flicker twin flames lighting seaweed twined in the space between… …Long I have waded in dark waters. Before my light crashed into […]
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Part your lips.
The floodgates are open run your cords raw shatter the decaying constructs of rotting scaffoldings preserved barely on pickled tongues. Part your lips let Spring come through speak your truth live your truth let the warm blood coursing through you resonate with your wildest ridiculous dream love impossibly laugh infectiously It is truly a privilege […]
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Lets you dream.
There is something about a blank canvas, a blank paper, lump of mud far horizons that draws you lets you dream. To sink intoan ink blot, a letter, a dimple on a clod of clay, a swirl of color, a music note across the waters or a rising sculpture to the sky. To spin stories […]
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Dance a ring!
These fields were meant to be walked the tall stalks to be brushed against the sighs of unfurling flowers caressed the roaring winds deafening, the peals of the stars tinkling into twilight gazed upon, the drumbeats of rolling clouds to beat with, the dance of the deep trees in creaky waves erupting from the Heart […]
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A never-ending read.
To read, everything there is to read— The swell of your cheeks in a hidden smile. Your words, tumbling over my tongue tasting more than you reveal. The subtle movement of your brows. What the swish of your dress whispers in your wake. What a falling leaf spinning dizzy unto the Earth says. What the […]
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