The Sun is in My Mouth
I would like to let you know that my first ACTUAL paper poetry book is now available
here on > AMAZON
I am a little flushed with pleasure
do excuse me 😉
yes…. the SUN IS IN MY MOUTH
A poetic work inspired by Hannah Papacek Harper’s beautiful collection of poetry, keep your eyes and ears open for that name, she is a talented and wise young woman and creates with words from the pink sea….
pick me up and cast me to the wind
i trickle into your hands
full in my blue
torn and gleeful
smothered by the poor riches of my mind
i start as reason ends
in the eaves
through the castle of orange and crumbs
i am the white bird
i forget my name…..
caressing without prudishness
songs only you might whistle
leading me…to where time can not catch up
i worship nothing
it is everything
with nothing the obscure corner is filled
forgotten dust of antiquated craving
brings only its own anticipation
and on the edge of understanding we wake to the arms of sand
with wings there are no edges
between the drops of light we are
we drift out
little pools of pleasure
splashing in each other
under green skies
foaming across sad blues
nothing has been softer
a place under earth
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