My inner wizened crone now relaxes. Sits back, posture ever perfect, hands folded gently in lap. Grey skies are soothing and I am happy. Grateful for these words, for Coconut Cream Pie. In awe of how quickly the grass grows with such little thought. Dusty seat, no, but rusted and a bit bent out of sorts. Peeling edges folded over and preserved for the impact.
I am the flight. The avid many gaits. Sumptuous honey sweetened tea. Cognitive dream of ravaging appeal is pushing certainty through the floor. When I peered around the edge its flame went out. Ticking black. These ones took no coaxing. Daisies for no reason.
It's better here, where nothing is re-made. Giggle bumps flare high, pass my thigh, slide around my teeth. Battle for release or lost.
I relax and my time is not bleached.
I am the flight. The avid many gaits. Sumptuous honey sweetened tea. Cognitive dream of ravaging appeal is pushing certainty through the floor. When I peered around the edge its flame went out. Ticking black. These ones took no coaxing. Daisies for no reason.
It's better here, where nothing is re-made. Giggle bumps flare high, pass my thigh, slide around my teeth. Battle for release or lost.
I relax and my time is not bleached.
- Last seen on Dec 3 7:10 AM. Member since October 20.
- I'm a amber angel poet for 2 comments.
- I am a 30 year old person (Canada)
- I have 2 comments, 8 poems
Poems I'm focused on
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Full of alone woe, essential grounds. I did not bury, so I cannot harvest. I wish to squish openly. Homemade itch relief, I have a hard
My Poetry
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This silent soliloquy I share with the vivid one.
All ears taking it in, but no eyes to judge. -
Walking with eyes almost closed. Posed in a wishing place.
The woods smell busy.
