Poetry

3ww.twice_now

privately
i wonder
where is it

miniscule
moments tearing
away horizon’s edge

restless
sounding siren
deviant dwelling drift

grasping
trivial triumphs
traveling neckbreak speed

retrieving
old records
new needle niceties

resting
rock hidden
evergreen branches blanket

nestled
neatly between
ipseity and intangible

the taste of freedom feels foreign and unforgotten. just outside a wisp of wishing near the weeping willow tree whispers. wind’s written sureties surrounded in the gale one hears the stories stilled. 

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three word wednesday: deviant, miniscule, trivial
my every day journal day 8 page 8

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haynaku, Napowrimo, ReadWritePoem

backwards bliss

read write poem: napowrimo day 10 celebrate–any kind of celebration experience, family, friends, the good or bad. for me it was the luxury of french toast all the senses stretched filled with the bizarre and mysterious childhood happiness.
photo: JAlpers, flickr

a
simple meal
french toast feast

magic potion mixture
something special
synthesis

every
sunday morning
just after church

savory
simmering serenade
cinnamon surround clouds

we
sit together
heaven earth bound

mom’s
cooking sings
fulfilling happiness happens

solo
recollecting reverie
flipping french toast

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