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And silly steps form fires.

Obscured

Waiting to see the sun and stars

Moon slipping shadows

Lanyard of an altered age.

As fleeting as a summer rain

Soft as whispered thoughts

And slim fingers.

#poetry #triplets

We dance to the beat of bad kissers clicking teeth.

Robyn

#Robyn #song #lyrics

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Beautiful words in the English language

Ailurophile A cat-lover.

Assemblage A gathering.

Becoming Attractive.

Beleaguer To exhaust with attacks.

Brood To think alone.

Bucolic In a lovely rural setting.

Bungalow A small, cozy cottage.

Chatoyant Like a cat’s eye.

Laisse tes soupirs et tes délires,

viens avec moi dans le non espoir.

#french #poésie #phrase

Exchanging smiles on a train

reminds me of where my heart has lain.

#rhyme #train

à plus jamais...

#french #tristesse #phrase

Sly Flight

Feather falling and shifting, sloping

slowly, silently and with the finest flight.

Breathless winds and melting high-rises

reach out to caress the sun in all his heat.

This mellowed hand with its withered beat

can't escape with insouciance the cries of the deep.

And shifting ad infinitum

the skin of a man sighing a minimum.

Five hours for a flower

where Gaia has no power,

And ten slips with wrinkled lips

for a sweet scent of this radiant ship.

Signing off with fallow promises

to be satisfied with the coming rains.

A man's thoughts are his own but not

without his faults are his silent sorts.

#empty #abstract #firstdraft #feather

On ne voit bien qu'avec le cœur. L'essentiel est invisible pour les yeux.

« Le petit prince » par Antoine de Saint-Exupéry

#lepetitprince #cœur #citation

Today, I woke with music in my head.

#thoughts #line #music #postdream

Lights

Silent and screaming

awake and yet dreaming.

Take the plunge, pull the feather.

Eke it out despite this weather.

Make sure you know,

don’t be late and forget to go.

Drop down, give me love

like a tattered old glove.

Remember now that rhyme.

Burns your heart like lime.

#heroiccouplets #poetry #lights #punctutation

Gone

And the glue

which glows

and feathers of

distinctive hand

to be darkened

and heard in the

gloaming of hard finds

the crystal of ice

and watered spice

to be fire in this

twisted hand

the arch of back

and arc of silver

what limned

the tree of old

in this so good

of gold with it

wistful in the air

and the summer night

with motes of gold

drifting in their hair

to be taken by

and over, under

the sky around

and this the ground

and to be held

with the pink of

flight. Crepitate

in the hark of

last call to come

the fact of light is

to be gone…

#tryreadingitinonebreath #freeverse #poetry #firstpost

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