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  • When We Are Still…

    January 21st, 2020

    Suddenly there was a shift in the atmosphere, even the birds could feel it. The red cardinal perched in the middle of winter snow. The backyard gate swinging. Like something was coming.

    I’d never forgotten, the road that leads me home. Midst of maple in the air, the sayings of elders “take the Lord along with you” “when love builds the house”- the window curtains may fade, time slips over into another the day, Ceramic angels have multiplied scattered around the living room.

    we are all, God’s birds, chanting our own tune,

    dazzling midst

    temporarily the ash starts to burn

    colors of “Josephs’ robe” -lights up the sky

    in the shadow of moon’s trees

    and we live and we live

    Kindness sister Krissy

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  • Spoons (Day 28 NaPoWriMo

    April 28th, 2015

    Sanity -Night,

    Hog-weeds are much taller in late-spring.

    Miles of untapered

    Normality-falling into

    shard-glass.

    Hearts-pumping in misery

    Watching the sun and moon hold hands

    pressing breast to breast -ironsmithing, effervescent

    breathing…

    Fabric-wrapping Emerald’s

    Violet kisses  through subway tracks,

    stretching printed patterns that make each girl,

    Rich,

    giggling in spoons of love.

    In this poem I give my abstract attempt of bridge in love…So as I saw the moon and I saw the sun too I say “well now these two gift me such a delightful treat…and  that’s when the words came..

    Today’s prompt (optional, as always). Today, I’d like to challenge you to write a poem about bridges. A bridge is a powerful metaphor, and when you start looking for bridges in poems, you find them everywhere. Your poem could be about a real bridge or an imaginary or ideal bridge. It could be one you cross every day, or one that simply seems to stand for something larger – for the idea of connection or distance, for the idea of movement and travel and new horizons.

    Happy writing!

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