Tag Archives: awareness

Red flag of feeling

Bull-by-the-horns bone-jarring emotion, a poem charges uninhibited thru my cranium, words splatter across the page, a red flag of feeling all that remains.

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Heart headlock

This heart has my brain in an eternal headlock, hammering home licks on my xylophone ribs, kicking my lungs so they feel every breath.

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Tenderizing tongues

Feed on fresh flesh of meaty moments, digest diction raw, tenderize sound pound for pound, your tongue on the chopping block.

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Scratch paper

My creative moderation is akin to a close encounter with a grizzly bear, wild, wide-eyed consciousness crumpling me into a ball of scratch paper waiting to be mauled.

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Consciousness eclipsed

A brief rift between dream states of shadowy shape-shifts, a mental lapse eclipsed  by both sun and moon, so weightless, we shed our own self-awareness.

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Nature awakens

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So many bread crumbs

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What the ceramic sparrows were missing with their beaks perched away from the pane: a rose waving its pink-petaled windmills at tilting bumblebees, forty foot firs outgrowing the boundaries of the window frame, dwarfing…

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Buried sustenance

In the midst of jaw-dropping awe, when voice escapes you, just know that it’s ok to leave your tongue tucked away under the same stone or rotten snag where you found an entire ant colony  busying their heads with buried … Continue reading

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Two-way radiance

Sunlight inspires trees to transpire transcending all earthly desires

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So many bread crumbs

What the ceramic sparrows were missing with their beaks perched away from the pane: a rose waving its pink-petaled windmills at tilting bumblebees, forty foot firs outgrowing the boundaries of the window frame, dwarfing our shelters, eavesdropping on history, plants … Continue reading

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