Category Archives: Poetry

Moon and Narrow

Right on through the heart of plenty
Right back ’round without want of any
Pieces
Peaces
Paces
Pleases
Right moon saunters swooned soon hearts of many
Pit
Pack
Part
Paultry
Leaning languid skin and saultry
Vagrant fires now winds are lofty
Lover’s kiss is moonlight salty
Breath
Bare
Been
Beaming
All this before now was midnight dreaming
Lesser vowels to practice screaming
Mint
Might
Mortar
Masculining

Garden Muse

There’s something magical that happens… to me… when I’m in my garden.

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Something exotic, erotic, entangling, esoteric…

I’d imagine it is most similar to the inebriation that blurred the eyes of the sailors as their Sirens sang.

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I get swept away.

My heart smiles.

My thoughts drift to the hope and wishes of mother plants dropping their fruit.

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And every thing is good.

The light is hot.

The earth is warm.

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The water climbs it’s way through the veins of stems to find thirsty pockets in leaves.

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Curious flights of butterflies land delicate on brightly bursting blooms.

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I want nothing more than to always be… where magic happens… inside of me.

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