“…As if we were children. As if it were the first time. As if we were sunflowers…”
A new short memoir piece of mine in The Bluebird Word…
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the wonders of amber
glowing amber onto my skin
it’s somehow in her eyes too
the way her hair catch fire
heartbeats slow in light aqua blue
i know her
now
the stars
tell how
what beauty can i take in?
calling to my soul akin
admire
admiring
that’s all i need
to love gently
platonically
never feeling to feed
i can feed myself
she’s there on my shelf
sitting in her own little world
free to leave & grow & twirl
never sealed by snow globes
i couldn’t dream
of caging screens
or chains that bind rove
free
be free
sweet shooting star
i have love for you here
i have love for you far
it’s an honor
just to gaze
for time near celestial spectacles
are brief phases
& the sweetness lasts
for days & dayzes
never truly gone
in burning light of amber dawn
it’s somehow in the sky too
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when lorde said “my hot blood’s been burning for so many summers now, it’s time to cool it down” and john prine said “you never know how far from home you’re feeling until you watch the shadows cross the ceiling” and third eye blind said “and there’s this burning, like there’s always been. i’ve never been so alone, and i’ve never been so alive”
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September approaching…I feel I owe myself a brief respite of leisure and no rushing around. I can't face the dead reality. I want rainy days, lanterns and a hundred moons twining in dark leaves, music spilling out and echoing yet inside my head.
Sylvia Plath, from a letter to Aurelia Plath written c. August 1951
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