where I'm coming from-
you cannot "see"-self-blinded-
and not listening.
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Tickle your toes. . .
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In my dreams I am the fictional version of myself. The one I seek to be in my short-stories and prose. The one who gets her point across but... -
hunger is sometimes preferable to loneliness. a stomach will twist- but hands become dirty and heavy when full of coins.
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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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husband and I trek a mile for ice cream just for the creamy banana, crunchy pecans, and chunks of thumb-sized chocolate. shoes flipping and...
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A woman's stance feet parted so that like a breezy window the mantle opened slightly lets in curves of salty air- but here there is no, ...
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there is a small leaf over your eye and yet you can still see me.
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take flight in linen and lace. things will mesh if you want them to. just throw yourself up against it and maneuver dainty fingers over tiny...
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two squinting painted eyes looking solemn on a leathery face. this knight of the golden age has a 20 gallon bucket of a hat atop his slicked... -
This is just a short note from me to inform you that after my extensive monthly study and subsequent written exploration of Psalms and Prove...
Poets United Contributor
Sadly true...
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true words.
ReplyDeleteCheers.
If ever a truer word was spoken. Well done.
ReplyDeleteMelanie
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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