Half-shells, number one

Self-indulgent? Perhaps. Probably. What choice sometimes? Half-shells, number one Words are sticks are stones they have weight they are not birds. Each uttered is a birth delivered a solstice falling into long earth. Brush strokes on canvas more thousands now. But we don’t count. All threads, like the call unanswered last night. Another now eyes [...]

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Watershed (napowrimo)

read write poem   napowrimo #08 two prompt by Jill Crammond Wickham unusual love connections Just a second poem for this day, and just because. Still some related to Jill’s prompt, but also after reading some, this is what arrived. Watershed All fall down since birth, falling forward into time feelings like gloves, thin and wooly thick [...]

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Charles, with a period at the end

Charles, with a period at the end Starting Over, READ WRITE POEM Mini-Challenge poem group index POEM #4 RWP Mini-Challenge Prompt It won’t be easy you understand. Said to myself as an afterthought. Who would believe what I believe? Even me? He taught me to pray, really pray for the first time in my life. [...]

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In plain view

Saffron yellow, and here, for a friend In plain view   Prayer and ink, subtle imaginings entwine. Desire’s rekindled touch bridges this glance,      lining my pocket in small      intimate saffron whispers.   Fingers map texture, newly faced. Tender embraces unreasonably rocked      in slumber by fingertips, molded      between [...]

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Second shade

Second shade   There is smoke inside the leaves. There is lightning inside the weeds. One ridge away outward of sight a close moment awaits, when      everything speaks.   Town folk walk upon what that canopy  of oak inscribes, brittle summer’s breath. Mounded shield leaves a rake will gather, a match transform.  And [...]

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Prayers falling

Prayers falling.     I am afraid of the next leaf falling,      and it is autumn. Limbed red leaves shimmer anticipation into the still-yet-to-be coming breath.   My own thoughts flicker past the line of trees, past the gray distant crown, hills sleeping brown and green.   Some voice contemplates the next word.   [...]

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The dreams that grass dreams

The dreams that grass dreams.     Each night sky climbs down close, answering the small prayers of grass, left lingering on echoes where feathers have been. Each night grass takes it’s secret drink,     and sky says – tell me.     Grass answers – here, and here, here a man’s feet passed over me, [...]

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