Blue dog has brown eyes
Love is a fact.
Sneaky birds stand tall.
Blue dog sniffs the tree, scratches with her paw,
then
stretching she turns her attention to froth at
the bottom of my cup.
SIGH
Clothes relax on the line
broken gun
just colour now and fluorescent lizard
languid,
on his back
somehow intact.
Feathered people talk and sing
a tired Babylon fell today.
What’s up there in the purple tree?
green leaves?
Secrets?
Not really, not if I stretch my legs and climb.
Foliage like spoons or fingers…..
Sip
it.
I am the morning
nothing is really still.
The air is a soupy book.
Some say god made it
I say,
It was my Mum.
I really like this, the cadence and imagery are wonderful thanks for sharing
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thanks for reading xx
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Thanks for sharing..
Wonderful words
Music to everyone’s ears
Happy Easter
😉
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word music…..i like it xx
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Fluidity!
🙂
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Thank you for visiting me over a postcard fiction. Your poems are thought provoking and beautiful. I’ll be back to look around more.
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great! thanks xx
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‘Foilage like spoons and fingers’ … bliss! If i was Joe 90 i would tap into your ‘imagination’ and creativity Arna ha ha 🙂
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you just made me go googling Joe 90. It sounds like a great show, I don’t think we got it in Australia….maybe but I’ve never heard of it….
we are one being so surely, my mind is at your disposal!
I LOVE that you like that line x
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Lovely..just lovely..
much enjoyed!!
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thanks lovely x
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