THE PRICE OF BEING WILD

  Sometimes morning breaks before the hold has found the frost. We wake dizzy- flung into field where dawn’s breath corners all that has been fearless but will soon fall to fragile- breath becomes touch becomes dew becomes done running down the blade of grass regardless of how much it will cut. Sometimes morning breaks […]

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WHEN WE COME TO PRESS THIS TIME UPON THE PAGE

  Come friends to gather at end of cycle Spring is done and summer will have new song, Time will tell of when it all went viral Of distance that reigned and hold that was wrong. Come friends to pressure pen upon the page Thoughtless is time if man won’t leave his mark- Sing of […]

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THE BREAKING OF THE BLUE

  Tall is the man willing to rise before the break of day beneath the blanket blackness and tip toe into the still untempered tide blindly, current cast as yet unclear, and trust in time to lean in with light. We can be cold creatures staking our claim with breath of blue into our ever-shortening […]

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STILL

Day 26: National Poetry Writing Month #NaPoWriMo Still morning, still forming, breath baying over brook and bank, still learning, still changing, stillness flowing through field and thought, still searching,  still drinking, the night passing,  the day not yet told, still waving, still rippling,  still remembering that which is done, still cloud, still covering, awaken not […]

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DAWN ARRIVED

  And so light leaned in as we had done though not for fever, though not for fun, although we had found and we had felt that rarest gift which cannot be shun; on one fair night a love alighted when two from far took their breath as one, yet Time, being so when love […]

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THE DRAW OF ANOTHER DAWN

Sitting Wrapped in blankets, In search of comfort, In a corner, Away from the mirth And the madness. Sitting Wrapped in thoughts, Distance dividing sorrow, Tears washing away Your image. Sitting As the piano plays, Tickling tunes Taunt with tension, Tinged with regret. Sitting Worrying about The what has been, While waiting For the what […]

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The Blissful Wake

Before my eyes open, My body senses you and slowly Accepts the breaking light In the shelter of your arms, Beneath the scent of our lust Still lingering in the room From the night before, I begin to stir And your body wakens to mine- Aroused as our legs find ways To entangle and entwine […]

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