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read write poem get your poem no 86: 23 line personal universe poem. thought i could never put this away, never felt complete. finally  had to just let this one go…. another excellent prompt from the newly revised read write poem blog site. be sure to go by and check out the new site, limitless possibilities!!!

salty breeze inhale, exhale paradise pacific blue ocean
flowing river northwest waters eagles nesting noble evergreens
drumbeat calls the course
magical glass slippers spark a spell
faded blue jeans tomboy t-shirt ride the wild wind
borrowed bicycle flies on freedom’s wing
adrift across the seven seas
a hundred seasons of travel
erase the ache of haunted dreams
wandering barefoot two feet walkabout
burnt soil fire red sacred ground alight
smell the scent tall talking eucalyptus
swaying trees aligned in a row
hear the loud cackle kookaburra croon
warming heat burning flames
view the blazing clear cool night
iridescent tapestry towering midnight stars
dreamtime draws tomorrow’s undiscovered journey
another day roadside rest
a billy of black sweetened tea, sip a sigh of relief
circle back around homeward bound
two feet running ease the waring soul
momentary haven wolf howl awakening

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OneSingleImpression

again

one single impression no 50: movement
photo: bufivla, flickr

awaken sleepless
purple magic light aglow
venus brews housecalls

hot peppermint tea
darknesss channels harmony
night sounds quiet light

subtle shifts of time
birdcalls que the ticking clock
sleepy musings sear

boiling water shrieks
whacky wet ringing wishes
pours the soothing tea

soon back to dreaming
drenched in lemon peppermint
backstroke cools the heat

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3WW

merry madness

it is not often the wind catches fire in the resting embers of her heart, blazing bright along the secret linear line of her life. the strange stability of her intuitive intellect would then surface ready to fight the fierce baffling battle. corrupt the flames of foreplay to her existence created a tender tension beckoning, wanting so much more than what she offered. with endless effort her glass face held up to the fiery light cooling the madness within.
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this week’s 3ww: corrupt, tension, intellect
photo: Ju5tin, flickr

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