Tag: my promise garden

dreams so wrong

never thought of wishes bad memories is all when words carved of wood petrified stone perched on oak branches stop the dangling swing push her legs, pumping of sprouted wing the sun made all the difference in a light rest lying in a dark tomb of books she turned the pages gently, torn worn of…

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phoenix street

wrote it now own the words “stinging nettles” popcorn, chips no escape writhing grapes glowing flames pardon me hold on wash away this grin funny spill easy swipe to wipe pain away hoping still you catch a wave to ride reach high brave sky then crash… burn hotter smoke longer grow stronger pardon me i…

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personal musings unleashed…

i am spending a significant portion of my morning on social media because, well, i have been stimulated. Which basically means my brain is cooking up ideas and piling up future projects, while a myriad of unfinished projects patiently weep… waiting for me. “Off on another excursion, yet again! Are you?” my conscious is seething.…

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personal musings unleashed…

i am contemplating buying a typewriter. why? glad you asked! i am starting to think i spend too much time here… in WP Land. and not enough time producing my chapbooks for family and friends. my time spent here also leaves me little time to work on quilts, paintings, my promise garden or finding a…

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i have neither wasted time or killed time i have drunk time kissed time made love to the breeze sat down on my knees and prayed time would be kind back.

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It is as if…

Where to start? It is as if my life is being lived in one day… with no way to slow down. Juggling between need-to-do and want-to-do and compromising. All this beauty is descending upon my head in rocket speed… the town i have moved to is bursting at the seems with poetry and dance. Harvard…

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both formed

formed mud of the earth sprinkled with space dust washed in oceanic mist hands reaching in and out and in and out with rythmic beat ancient drums hold attention and whispers ascend upon ears dance within and arise witness the beauty crags, shallow breaches footsteps to lightly caresses the grasses growth -hidden mysteries afforded answers…

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buzzing…

I am… absolutely disorganized, fundamentally curious, passionately involved… with life as a bee love spins around me… explains why i am constantly stung! So what have you been up to?

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broken

Freshness of morning the pilled dew forms an intoxicating drink. Poured from the belly of ache. Sorrow’s depth reached in the darkest night lit with eternity’s glow.

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