i am singing soft pinks,
after my too bold reds;
*i mean,
maybe, my great, round bursts of
clumsy heart
didn't bruise as sweetly
as i'd hoped.*
i haven't a thing against
climbing to middleground;
my lips are left
less chapped.
--
I am a
yet, wild queen -
learned-head bowed
low.
heart lifted
-in anticipatory gusts
of questions,
peppered with thanks,
for the inner knowing,
melding into my all-
to the heavens, above,
lifting up fervent
pleas and blessings:
thanks, for the continuing cycle
that continued
long enough
for me to believe
and is continuing,
even still -
this was something
different.
*not singing after?
but, softening to?*
this feels much,
much more like home.
May 6, 2012
May 6, 2012 at 3:00 AM UTC
i am singing soft pinks,
after my too bold reds;
*i mean,
maybe, my great, round bursts of
clumsy heart
didn't bruise as sweetly
as i'd hoped.*
i haven't a thing against
climbing to middleground;
my lips are left
less chapped.
--
I am a
yet, wild queen -
learned-head bowed
low.
heart lifted
-in anticipatory gusts
of questions,
peppered with thanks,
for the inner knowing,
melding into my all-
to the heavens, above,
lifting up fervent
pleas and blessings:
thanks, for the continuing cycle
that continued
long enough
for me to believe
and is continuing,
even still -
this was something
different.
*not singing after?
but, softening to?*
this feels much,
much more like home.
Need to get these writing juices flowing again!
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