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Thursday, October 29, 2015

Last Rush (Feeding)

Golden lemon and lime light, cherry red blushes and orange delicious bright are interwoven amongst grape-purple dizzying height... Trees swaying gently in the wood lining both sides and ahead of the road I travel be endings glowing surreal as they unravel and remind me of fruit and flavors - (sweet... Sign in to see full entry.

Tuesday, September 22, 2015

More Season's Run ~ Time ~

I remember bee stings on feet, fingers, hands and elsewhere. This was because my friends and I wanted to feel grass and earth on tender soles and also by our foolish and why-did-we-that endeavors of capturing honey bees in jars: Stalk with jar in one hand, lid in the other, wait until the bee is... Sign in to see full entry.

Sunday, August 30, 2015

Season's Run, continuing ~ Puppy Love and Heartbreak

Daddy decided to try his hand at breeding miniature French poodles starting when I was around 10 or 11. One June day, the third of unrelenting rain, sloshing through townie fields (a patchwork of asphalt, concrete and sinking soil) of tiny lakes, muddy brown on the surface but shimmering sky light... Sign in to see full entry.

Friday, August 28, 2015

Season's Run continuing, Three Poems

Recent work of suns in their zenith - I'm skipping about - a favored if silly-girlish stride of mine, though not so easy these days - from childhood, early adulthood to grown up days still reaching up. ~Valley Grasses-Sojourner's Touch~ Bouquet of seedling vision Paper daisy, baby-blue bliss,... Sign in to see full entry.

Thursday, August 27, 2015

Season's Run continuing

My father talked to us about his life growing up on a huge farm in the bluegrass state of Kentucky (Ma always reminded us her home state had the prettiest grass, horses and women in the world.) We would be sitting on the porch, cooling in the evening, drinking icy, emerald bottles of Dr. Pepper,... Sign in to see full entry.

Wednesday, August 26, 2015

Season's Run, A themed collection. Part 1

Summer has always been my favorite season (autumn is second) from the time I was a wild, wee girl running with the boys in the neighborhood, no shirts and cut off shorts, me with butt length black hair that refused to be tamed with rubber bands or clips, curling crazily out of any such attempts at... Sign in to see full entry.

Saturday, August 22, 2015

Tear Sail

You are my reality more than you can know; the bleu gaze above lighting my way, the poignancy of gray skies quickening with the promise of rain and our shared rage for tyme lifting every veil, sweeping away each travail until the fragments of my tears in castle-in-the-air sea reshape unto the power... Sign in to see full entry.

Tuesday, September 10, 2013

SpringTide (Forever Ours) Soon

Time must hum a song in earthly plod when Seed harmonizes his clod and Creation strums her chorus anew joined by lyrics of Sun and Rain sweetly together as One refrain touching every hue and I pray from the well of teardrop, rays of dream and stanzas (words of thee) thrumming within me, we shall be... Sign in to see full entry.

Friday, August 30, 2013

Coal hued curls cascade free, she is wearing denim leggings and a purple tee clings to her bosom rising beneath eyes ever shining the hope of his presence soon twining her own Hunger-made chili bubbles on the stovetop into a softly sighing sound beyond the pane wetly humid with light eve's lavender... Sign in to see full entry.

Saturday, July 6, 2013

Poet's Grit (Soft Sands of Bed and Journey)

(Cancer and Lung Failure Cannot Defeat) My Love, I remain thy mermaid in braids, joyously afloat by promise of the morrow's serenade Waiting for thine fingers to unclasp and undulate each and every strand, soon filling our breath with the ecstasy of silk caress... only eyes of thee can undress the... Sign in to see full entry.

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