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Reach for the clouds. . .
Tickle your toes. . .
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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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nipped at the ankles which is how I wander through life sometimes I must be pushed through a door finally opened after years of knock...
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sex object. not afraid of the words. I've used many objects for the sake of sex. in fact my body has been pretty disposable- I don't...
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secret fancies don't really bother me, alright? but know that once you tell me I become either like a turtle and snap my smile...
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To my fellow poets, for William Shakespeare Discredit all that you will read about me. Treasonous hands have bestowed difficult words which ...
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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...
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lean in a little. say it like it's a secret. make your breath sound like italics. click your tongue against the roof your mouth then you...
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I was just awarded the Perfect Poet Award from Promising Poet's Cafe/Jingle Poetry. I'm excited, I want to nominate everybody but I...
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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...
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Reminder "You do not seem to understand," they'd say "That rivers are wide, and are not so easily crossed, we fear, they ...
Awww That's so sweet and not minding his beard being gone, that's love~! :)
ReplyDeleteLOL! true
ReplyDeleteNothing like being home with your loved ones during stormy weather. Love the surprise ending.
ReplyDeleteWhat a sweet and tender moment you've shared with us...there is an unmistakable ring of truth to it...:)
ReplyDeleteThe familiarity and intimacy are wonderful here. The essence of every day, and the blessings therein are evident. Feels transitional in several ways. Nice write!
ReplyDeleteI love the tender intimacy in your words~ The caress of day and how these interludes allow magic to arrive~
ReplyDeleteThis is larger than the words...it has a peaceful and sweet nectar to it, like a favorite flower on the dining table.
ReplyDeletesuperb imagery, you draw me with you.
ReplyDeletewanted to say thank you for your support to short story slam week 5...
welcome join our week 7 challenge.
bless your talent, keep it coming.
claim two awards from my post if you wish.
ReplyDeletehappy Friday.
Rachel,
ReplyDeleteHome is the best place to be away from a storm and fear and into the arms of love.
Eileen
Always nice to be able to share a stormy day with a loved one.
ReplyDeletelove this one - so authentic...nice, so nice
ReplyDelete"in your arms full of things." that line just stands out to me. sweet little piece Amy! xo
ReplyDeleteRachel? LOL
ReplyDeletesimple and short but really evocative. glad to find your blog!!
ReplyDeletethank you!
ReplyDeleteCozy and intimate, shelter from the storm. Very nice!
ReplyDeletethanks! -a m trumble
ReplyDeleteLove how personal this is. Reminds me of many of my own pieces. (u might like "pretty words would be untrue")
ReplyDeleteI love your blog. ♥
Lovely sentiments, A.M.! Cuddling while the cold rain falls is always worthy of a poem. Very nice one!
ReplyDeleteMy weekly entry: http://charleslmashburn.wordpress.com/2011/08/28/forever-changed-2/
Very sweet :) I love this poem
ReplyDeletelove it,
ReplyDeletehow beautiful.