What is your favorite type of weather?
My favourite type of what?
My favourite type of feather?? Eh??
Sorry, could you speak up, the wind is howling and my hair is blowing around my face, air getting caught up in my clothes, in my breath, tickling my legs, getting under my wings. I could almost take off. Don’t you just love that?
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not a haiku
my hair smells of wood
smoke of your lips lingers could
spark any moment
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haiku
once upon a time
i was
a little girl
who had a little curl
………
haiku
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n.b
i wasn’t
& never will be
horrid !
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like a river i hold close in my arms, my body
your run through me — a quiver
of arrows and slings stroke my limbs, my mind
like stars plucked for your eyes to startle me
a name stammered and chimed — a sound
surrounds — a kind of grace escapes
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i’ve lain down in moonlit thoughts of you
awoke to the sun of your skin and fingers
taunting the morning with stolen scents —
of your breath as breakfast, love
of murmurs of bees stirring my hair
a dapple of flowers gathering
over a slither of summer heather
over darkened hills, a moan, a chill
a gasp of lemon-dazzle glints blackening
the shiny stones of you blinding
me to other
worlds
other landscapes
other loves
drowned out
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this is my sorrow, my secret, my dove
the rain in my mouth announces it
no other
hears it
as happiness
swallows
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not a haiku
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NapoWriMo day 10 :- write a love poem
i wonder what your
hair looked like young thick wild as
lush as voice is still
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haiku
forever and a
moment
floated down the stairs
blur :
freshly washed hair
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haiku
she catches the sun
in her hair her fists and laughs
as sun catches her
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haiku
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for darling ella
she catches the sun
in her hair her fists and laughs
the sun catches her
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haiku
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for ella
my eyes are circles,
my hair is a mess,
of smiles;
my scribbles, giggles
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haiku
NaPoWriMo day 4
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up to my feet
higher than ever
ever was
my knees awash with blush
blue as the sun
come to kiss
incessantly
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unpredictable dangle, my hips
swung undone, clicking in places, ungripped
angles untongued, unhorizoned, unzipped
come to pass
over
and over
caress
where i was
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heels over head
like a wheel
bums up, pants down
what a feeling!
i’m not burning. i promise
i’m adonis!
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warming my jets
upended by toes
detached from all that ever
ever was
i’m not falling. i promise
i’m gaia! i’m higher
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i’m fearless, trawling stars
a mess, a tangle of hair, a thicket of air
sketching nothing nothing that
ever was
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i’m not flying. i’m goddess
i promise. look !
no hands! no stands!
imagine this!
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nb
Adonis : God of beauty, fertility , permanent renewal. Greek mythology.
Gaia: Personification of the Earth. Greek mythology.
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In honor of the always-becoming nature of poetry, I challenge you today to select a photograph from the perpetually disconcerting @SpaceLiminalBot, and write a poem inspired by one of these odd, in-transition spaces. Will you pick the empty mall food court? The vending machine near the back entrance to the high school gym? The swimming pool at what seems to be M.C. Escher’s alpine retreat? No matter what neglected or eerie space you choose, I hope its oddness tugs at the place in your mind and heart where poems are made.
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