Deep breath
clears the words so, like full cocoons they split and flutter off.
Morning earth makes small gestures
moist fragrant whispers dance persistently in my breast.
The sun holds it’s majesty between my eyes
and purple blossoms……hazy winter…..
What IS this morning saying to me?
What IS this dewy touch I feel
in my throat
…my heart
….on my tips…fingers and toes?
Like camphor perfume, dappled snakes and river water
green and open.
Garden music parts my heart and droplets of lightening glass smile
like freckles in the sand.
Silver Poetry 
Beautiful.
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thankyou …felt lovely to write it xx
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You are amazing. I felt the sun in every word.
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thanks! th sun is POWERFUL!!
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silverpoetry: this makes me think of e.e. cummings…nothing is more beautiful than the spring! RT
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anything that makes me think of e.e cummings is wonderful…so thankYOU x
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that twist must have hurt too much…i mean in the drawing!
pretty clever poetry!
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haha, yeah that life model was AMAZING! thanks!
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You must have been here yesterday, wonderful, evocative words thanks
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I AM everywhere 😉
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Lovely words..
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thankyou for reading them x
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You paint pretty with words too! 🙂
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thankyou gorgeous!
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lovely poetry – thanks for stopping by my blog – best, Kim
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Thankyou for your comment! easy to travel around the blogs and get distracted by good things! 😉
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You inhaled “morning earth” and exhaled a finely written reflection…
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your comment is like a wisp of frangipani to my ears 😉
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Thank you for stopping by my blog and following it, I enjoy reading your poetry and seeing the lovely paintings you post with the word artistry.
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thanks for reading! x
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