Poetry, SundayScribblings

ss.open

twice turning
the stars lifted their heads
seeking a shoulder
a wall with monocratic memory
holding high all that tarries
barely a spoken sentence
yet understood

would i linger just a millisecond longer held in open arms…. last night’s vision, coming home late the world was a little sleepy and peacefully quiet… a small spell of in between when all those moments we hardly notice come to light…  tired eyes focused on a western sky with an almost full moon, a soft lingering light mist encircles this small wonderful enchantment… and a warm 4 pieces left homemade apple berry pie…
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sunday scribblings 313 reflect

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