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Mary's Strawberry JamDespite the sturdy wooden walls of my childhood home in the distance (where now I have my husband), I prosper here amongst the diligent lines and emerald swells of my own creation.Mary's Strawberry Jam
Unable (or unwilling) to hear the creaking of my bones, I lower myself with care to the warm and welcoming soil.
My knees burrow into the earth's flesh beside a pink and brown wriggling worm, who, not sensing the repetitious breeze of a flapping wing, settles back between the stones - unafraid - He knows my harmless scent.
Flourishing bef
by ~bookishdark11
Her Second FebruaryI've lost your hand. Reaching out my tiny, slender fingers, I feel you slip away like the string to my balloon.Her Second February
Lifting my bare,
unbalanced toes from the frozen ground, I leap, my arms outstretched, my honey-brown eyes searching for yours to no avail. I watch, helpless, as you drift
and fade.
There is a clamoring; a frantic, woeful sound resonating in my ears that I cannot identify.
I've lost your hand.
A sea of arms reach out to me. (where are your olive limbs?)
Theirs is not
by ~bookishdark11
Renoir: Where Was Her Heart?Nesting in the tall stalksRenoir: Where Was Her Heart?
of shamrock green grass, her yards of gauzy gown billowed out
amongst the gleaming tips of leaves. Fingering the fleshy flamingo pink petals
of the tiger lilies as she plucked them,
one by one, she absentmindedly
traced along the contours of her milky cheek. As the rustling blades hushed unspoken words,
no one heard as she quietly sighed
with her one restricted, stifled breath.
by ~bookishdark11
LiaisonWhispering aspen into my neck, his warm wet lips grazed my skin for somewhere to settle as I mused over his suggestion.Liaison
Turning from him, my back a wordless wall and hair snapping in the wind, a thousand swashbuckling swords, I traced the horizon back and forth with my level brown eyes;
the grey heartbeat blip of Long Island panning out past the bobbing, foamy waves. The cool sea-breath slipped past me
and blew him out, with the setting sun, like a candle.
by ~bookishdark11
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Shivering Aspenshivering silver quick feet and lying eyesShivering Aspen
dashing eyes
two step through wind chattering squirrels shifting times, titles and cares. For woe squirrels jump blindly free
fall
free
flight catches them up the secret to flying is to miss the ground
can a heart miss an oncoming wall of concrete?
deny the reality of low strung tenors
calling out saxophone lullabies.
these are the blues,
reasons,
whys
and a fest of magnificent illusions swirling in a molten pot of effervescent expecta
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