rise and shine
.
i hadn’t planned to be up
before the sun this morning
but this made me glad i was
.
.
.
.
August Break 2013
it all fits into
one corner of my eye
movement is what captures your attention
i fly away (in crooked lines)
to dance amongst the pleiades
and their ancient choreography
of hide and seek
i am dust
always there
visibly invisible
one clear tear
containing more
than this river
of flight
i can’t ask you
to understand
my fluttering
i can’t stay still
long enough
to burnish sanity
opaque
my universe is trite and monumental
i name it tree
and you laugh
with the music
of lost moonlight
i am a sliver
beneath your skin
festering for freedom
you name me calliope
and refuse to remove me
this is the seed
of remembrance
growing petals
of forgotten
i am blind and you are hollow
each night i fold
a dozen paper birds
and at midnight i listen for your drum
.
.
.
.
Linking up with the fabulous dVerse poets for Open Link Night – join us!
bouquet garni
august and everything after
It’s so hard to believe that it’s August already. This summer has flown by, as summers always do.
It’s been a summer of stolen moments, there is never enough time, and there is always something that needs doing, but I have tried to carve out bits of peace here and there.
Today marks the beginning of August Break in the blogging world. You can see the details here if you want to join in.
A photo a day and fewer words. (We’ll see how I do with that part). I’ll be alternating days between here and the blue muse.
Happy August.
Soak up some sun.
i live
in a forest
of susans
sipping nectar
at dusk
and dancing
in the memory
of moonlight’s
shadow
.
of course,
you’re
invited
.
calm lake
{august break no. 30}
::
i drove
in circles
through a town
called hope
to get to this
ink black
blue dark
place
where a
loon’s laughter
echoes off
tales spun by
the milky way
while the rest
of the stars
lay their
weary heads
down
on a mirror
of infinity’s
reflection.
::
::
this post is part of dVerse poets OpenLinkNight
at some point
autumn’s light
{august break no. 27}
is different than
summer’s sun,
spring’s sparkle,
winter’s wonder.
autumn’s light
is filled with
longer longing,
deeper gold,
shadows that are less
shadow
and more
purple.
::