Posts
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A late night in October
Chilly hands
close to purple,
arms wrapped tight around my chest
like ribbon on a birthday gift,
pillow case gripped tight in my fist
the fist that I can barely move
as the wind flits past my shoulders,
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Conversations with a violin
Strings speak to me
as no other does,
but not with words,
not in a world that is ridden
with so many words.
When I was young
it was
ugh...
practice,
but now
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Pointe of view
With every arabesque,
my muscles cramp,
with every pique,
my toes crunch,
holding up every bone in my body
on a platform close to nothing.
We are on the brink of flying,
so
so
close.
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Ode to a good book
I read a book,
a book so good,
I wish I had never read it
so I could read it again.
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haikus written in rain
And Yet We Blame the Rain
all day the rain pelts the earth
our feet do the same
and yet we still blame the rain
Outside These Raindrops -
summer slump
For the first time in weeks,
I have picked up a computer.
For the first time in weeks,
I have written words.
For the first time in weeks,
I have begun to climb out
Loves
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autumn's embrace
as fall starts rolling in
and summer slows to a stop
i like to imagine many things,
everything, nonstop
i imagine the sweet, sweet song of hooting owls after dark