where I'm coming from-
you cannot "see"-self-blinded-
and not listening.
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Tickle your toes. . .
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July 12th My love's hands and eyes so full of surprise! he sees nothing wrong with giving me a synthetic strawberry.
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Ah, 7. The number in question. During this process of developing my first full-length work of prose, and a memoir to boot, I have considered...
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motionless sap. ogling your shadow, you have much thinking to do. has the potassium kicked you in the arse yet-and got you going? you a...
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confession is all: it is what my poetry is, and that is my life.
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driving home from the farmer's market- I can't see anything- through this storm- I come home to sleep- with you-rest in your arms fu... -
Tickling toes- there was something about that barefooted madness something about that wistful waist-high wishing and wooshing in the woods, ...
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when our bodies clasp each other my heart lights a beach bonfire- and my toes forever step in it's embers.
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there ain't no other place like you to roam. where I dug in my heels and said "No, I won't come home!" Dancing in the warb...
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Today I was interviewed for Poets United small stone: July 13th so many things for granted, taken: two kinds of silverware.
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like me- it serves as a question as well as an appropriately foolish letter in bad company it only teams up with words like yodel, ...
Poets United Contributor
Sadly true...
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true words.
ReplyDeleteCheers.
If ever a truer word was spoken. Well done.
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There are things the blind can see better than the sighted, but those who've blind themselves see little, if anything.
ReplyDeleteBeautifully written!
ReplyDeleteHaiku Poems
So true, beautiful. You are so good capturing emotion and depth into a few lines
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