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apoetsnook · 2 years
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I wish I was this special type of shallow.
To loiter in a simple world that waterbends
to your crevices waves
upon shore like a godsend,
a dream come true.
Atlantis has always been at our fingertips.
Harmony can be found in ponds meditating
miles into the backwoods of our towns.
We all choose to skip stones
and experiment with the water tension
that forms a transparent portal.
Easy access whirlpools an endless gesture
between Earth and heaven.
Be a koi that snorkels our planet:
feetless, graceful,
and with a hint of mystery.
"Shallow Atlantis" -P.J.C.
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apoetsnook · 2 years
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"Is This How Art Should Feel?" -P.J.C.
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"Ms. Indigo Irises & Mr. Honeysuckle Eyes" -P.J.C.
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apoetsnook · 2 years
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Here above is a drawing Google surmised
when the term "November" came alight
in this scavenger hunt for wintertide emblems.
Details present on the porous shells make cracking
skin cursed by arid breeze feel desirable.
Swallowing stones: a sensation to describe
the yawning ache of sore throats
feels worthwhile when imagining
the silkiness of drawn pebbles
on that artist's sketchbook.
Artists with an eye to oversee flurries
should be the illustrators of colder seasons
for the pessimists who cannot.
"November Stones" -P.J.C.
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apoetsnook · 2 years
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"House on the Marsh" -P.J.C.
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"Winter is Wonderful." -P.J.C.
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