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What does it mean to leave this earth?
What does it mean to leave this earth? Do we soar through sun-streaked clouds? Will we meet our Energy, our Creator? Will we amble about the earth as a distant shadow? Do we slip into particulate matter with no capability of memory, thoughts, dreams, or recourse? What does it mean to leave this earth? OnlyContinue reading “What does it mean to leave this earth?”
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late night sips of water Oh God! A fly! dead in my cup–now mouth poor bastard poor me no more sleep sediment in the bottom of my wine glass sugar, they say chalk in my mouth experience wanes #lifeasweknowit #random #alwaysatnight
Give an inch-She takes a mile
Mudslide wipes Tornado clears Hurricane washes Floods recede Wild fires destroy Dreary overcast Shadows our psyche Unwelcomed replay It cannot be Evidence prevails Science tells all #globalwarming #climatechange #donotbeblind
#RiteWit #prompt #guile
#RiteWit #prompt #guile
Let’s win our own wars
#strength
Salamander
Red spotted newt Poisonous Innocuous Suction cups Hangs on the lip of the tree bark Peeling away from its stump Bare naked Dead turning to dust Where will they live? The young scatter To dig up roots Of a new home #justdoingourbest #lonliness #prose #thursdaymorning
BURN
Hot brown liquidScorched pie holeThin flesh rollsTongue prises, pushesSwallow the cellophane filmDown to acidCells to bloodBlood to heartHeart to open armReaching for the coffee pot #Tuesdaymorning #realife #remindertobehuman
Iridescence
Lips parted, moist Lashes blonde, closed Setting sun makes facial hairs glow Like baby fuzz Tiny nostrils take in my scent A smirk, then a smile My face shadows yours As we seal this embrace #perfectendingtoaday #sealedwithakiss #moments #cherish
Bird Nest
Tall woven grasses Take on tiny open mouths Hungry, loud beings hushed by A softness of the meadow They thrive and dive over blades that will soon Be the bedroom of the coming #mothernature #thrive #happysunday
Basilica
We are lucky to have visited many basilicas abroad. A resolute gratitude consumes me each time I enter these profound spaces. I love to feel in awe.
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