#selizabeth

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I feel the cold breeze, emptiness born in the sheets. I'll keep your side warm. Haiku project! #igpoetry #igpoetsociety #poetry #haikuproject #haiku #actionspaintnapkins #napkinpoetry #selizabeth #poem #poet #igpoet #writersofinstagram #writersnetwork

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First, thank you for getting me back to my roots. Always a delight to #collaborate with @writings.of.j.cox and this one touches me deeply. As does she, follow her to feel again. #poetrycommunity #poetry #igpoets #selizabeth #poetsofinstagram #poet

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How can you not see you're your own blanket of stars? Your light is enough. Haiku project! #igpoetsociety #igwriters #igpoetry #poem #poet #haiku #haikuproject #selizabeth #actionspaintnapkins #napkinpoetry #igpoet #igpoems #igwriters #writersnetwork

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Baby, pour a little more wine on me and I'll melt between your legs tonight. #igpoetsociety #igwriters #poetry #poet #poem #actionspaintnapkins #napkinpoetry #igpoems #igpoetry #igpoet #writersnetwork #wine #selizabeth

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She infected the stories with courage and wonder. Each page contagious, and without hesitation I breathed in all the surrounds her. #igwriters #poetry #poet #poem #selizabeth #igpoetry #igpoems #igpoetsociety #crawlinghome

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LOVELY SUPPORTERS: my little chap book, “crawling home.” is now available on amazon kindle for $1.99! I appreciate all of the support in this little project. Thank you @nashvegasart for illustrating the cover and for introducing me to the idea. YOU’RE ALL WONDERFUL. Go find your light. Get broken down, and crawl back home. (More information on hard copies coming VERY soon)

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It aches to wake when each morning you are not there. Baby, I'm home sick. 💞 Haiku project! #igpoet #igpoems #igpoetry #igwriters #haikuproject #haiku #napkinpoetry #actionspaintnapkins #selizabeth #poem #poet #poetry

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I picture my life seasoned. On the back porch every evening listening to all the magic she spoke. We would build a home. Our whims of adventure will stain her ginger curls grey, but they say wine tastes better with age. And her lips drank every grape. My poems would still grow with the sunflowers, because we've reached for the soil our wings sought. The Saturday evenings wouldn't stop carrying me to Sunday morning next to her. Her breath would warm my skin still, but I would lay still for her dreams will still mean everything to me. I picture my life yellow, being with the sun. Our time is slow, and I'll be dancing with words pouring from her tongue.

S. Elizabeth Cook // untitled, for now.