Grace Notes
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I haven't yet learned
The Universe' song
Haven't learned the score
But when I look out the window
And see the grey remains
Of the rained-upon day
And the pink of the plum tree blossoms
And all the rest of the world holding its breath
Waiting for the emergence
For the rest of Spring
When I see all that has not yet come
Then I think
I think I hear
A few notes
A few small notes
Bird and Eggs
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Little boy, white eggs, clean canvas both
Dye so bright, so deep, so mysterious
Little fingers must explore the wetness
Feel the smooth egg, the round egg
Drop it into the bath
The rich vibrance soaking into the shell
No more white
No more empty white
Excess wiped onto the white shirt
The once white shirt
And paint brushes help
Mustn't waste the dye
I laugh and tell him
I will peel him and eat him
My little egg
My once-an-egg who is blazing bright
Bright sun through my cloudy life
How he shines
Quantum Faith
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Leaping off, up, out
Pulled into the dark potential
Rich purple maybe
What if
Out to the edges
Where uncertainty reigns
Supreme
What if
What if
I can stretch
Pull
Break through
Break out
Break away
Leap off, up, out
Soar
Here Be Shadows
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I feel you creeping up on me
Dark little shivers
Salty little trickles
I feel you creeping up on me
Harsh little gasps
Stuttering little breath catches
I feel you
I feel you
Like an oil slick
Oozing over me
Smothering black rainbows
Oozing
Bone deep
3 comments:
Thank you for sharing these! The first one is just asking to be put to song... itching for it... ;)
Knock yourself out, woman. What do I look like, a musician? Oh, wait...
Hehe, yes actually, you do! ;)
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