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Flow on:

There

is  a flow

to nourish

the bones of my story

Her singing bowls have just

begun a morning’s ring…

Letters of me:

Let the ceilings fall

Let the earth open it’s lungs

Let the magic in the trees reach out to me

Between here and sanity

Between lost shoes and bare feet

Between the atoms of waters

Between the sky and I

I am Wilde

I am aggrandize gold

I am …

VisionarieKindness 2015

My sweet Sol:

november-rain-olive-lg

(image credit photo: November rain- http://majamaki.com/2012/11/november-rain/ )

My soul

emerged – east of the Nile river

deeper – in the Red sea

Nesting in the wilderness

Hatching in milk and honey

I fastened my shoes in Passover

Borrowed gold, exchanged my foreign speech,

not bruised, marked or curse

Yet-upright my soul stood proudly

My soul has a name in Canaan- that’s mighty sweet.

 

Breathing Light:~ Thích Nhất Hạnh

“Breathing in, I see myself as still water.
Breathing out, I reflect things as they are.”

~ Thích Nhất Hạnh
Image credit: Autumn Stream, by Art G., (CC BY 2.0), https://goo.gl/ZFbOk4

Spoons (Day 28 NaPoWriMo

Sanity -Night,

Hog-weeds are much taller in late-spring.

Miles of untapered

Normality-falling into

shard-glass.

Hearts-pumping in misery

Watching the sun and moon hold hands

pressing breast to breast -ironsmithing, effervescent

breathing…

Fabric-wrapping Emerald’s

Violet kisses  through subway tracks,

stretching printed patterns that make each girl,

Rich,

giggling in spoons of love.

In this poem I give my abstract attempt of bridge in love…So as I saw the moon and I saw the sun too I say “well now these two gift me such a delightful treat…and  that’s when the words came..

Today’s prompt (optional, as always). Today, I’d like to challenge you to write a poem about bridges. A bridge is a powerful metaphor, and when you start looking for bridges in poems, you find them everywhere. Your poem could be about a real bridge or an imaginary or ideal bridge. It could be one you cross every day, or one that simply seems to stand for something larger – for the idea of connection or distance, for the idea of movement and travel and new horizons.

Happy writing!

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