among the shadows she walks where she has yet to see the light door within door as one passageway leads to another until we are lost in a labyrinth of our own design soft as fur we rest beneath the reach of sight and sound …
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water beneath the moon that feeds this arid land where we live on stars in the smooth rock sand grains where we fall to where it all began dried up tears in the red rust of imagination light between light we walk the particles of …
Read MoreMicropoetry 4-26-2020
in the forest blown by the leaves when no one’s home in and out of the earth we seek nourishment from the seeds of another age dragging my feet along the cracks of earth with nowhere else to go among the desert stones still and …
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with a glance she leans down to pick up what was lost
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low voices on a dark night dead as the earth struck again and again until the stone breaks— weak in being hard a murmur, soft as rain on a parched plain morning clothes left in disarray by the one who left house trembling beneath a …
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that song she sings still in the night wind while I stay here safe in my cocoon that moment empty in the day when the world stands still and not even the wind will dare to blow its breath perhaps she is another’s or perhaps …
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in the stream I see her image floating just out of reach where I have fallen in to a delusion that will never end
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woken from sleep to an empty night silent and dark beyond the windowpanes petals fallen as they float atop a pond in a pleasure meant only for the eyes carried back by tidal forces as I swim away in the hidden land she walks among …
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she waits among the leaves fresh green in the birth of spring when love has gone the other way messages written in the air as we look beyond waiting in the rain until we join the water washed to sea the bell resounds in the …
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eyes that look at me like the moonlit reflection on black and open seas where I sail into the unknown without a compass or map washed in with the water lapping at my lips as one of the spirits who visit the nighttime shore fruits …
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