April 15, 2016

hold onto whatever you can in order to never forget to love ........................... a looking glass #NaPoWriMo2016 poem

photo by Alin Gabriel © 



we were what we thought of ourselves 
instantaneous shrinky-dink-ed 
rear view mirror dangled 
participles and the partitions of falling 

you said leap first and i did 
and all i heard was echoed laughter 
and screamed joys 
of  "we're flying to the bottom of this" 

oh what sweet bliss 
is this that we follow 
fallow no more 
we're worms 

singing split us in two 
and we will grow again 
into me and you right here where 
we were what we thought of ourselves 

EJR ©

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    1. Thank You ... I find certainty times my vulnerable and skips stones upon a glass smooth lake under moonlight ...

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    3. Yeah looks like some sort of berber shag or fleece from rag made to feel like lambs ears ... soft to tell the Moon and her hair, never leaves us wanting when we are cradling all the why(s) like she is ...

      skinny marina
      kitchen sink full of fishes
      no oil left we'll poach

      dippy doohickey
      the ghosts play on Friday night
      game on in background



      https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RycEOlAyuXs

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    5. We literally made rear view dangling shrinky dinks and other strung charms ... I collected the monster ones ...(wish I never opened them now but what fun is having a toy as a kid if you're not going to play with it) ... as an adult I now buy two of every toy I want ... playrooms the post toddler ones, and with each season came a new carpet of pile polyester wispy shag soft and in different colors like the foam mats scattered about bean bags and other things we leaned back in watching Scooby Doo etc ... yeah those were the days ...

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  2. this is a lovely image and feels like home to me...except I don't laugh I simply sigh...in the valley I call home.

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    1. Thank You and sighing can be the sweetest kind of exhale sometimes ...

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