gave my towel coded
red to the wind to be
honest the sun
is a bull
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Tag Archives: sun
in the
niche the pocket of the
microcosm
like a planetary system
dependent upon
you
my sun
the least visible
most pressing
force
pretending we
are free
reading #232
give thanks
i give thanks to god for all what makes my day to day more than okay. my love. my health. my cats. my work. my family. coffee. tea. my friends. the california sun. the moon. the rain. the freedom to express myself in any small way.
pollywog
What a week was over polly wog. Why, we were only just begun when the rain, the rain gave way to sun!
gaze
long were the days
we suffered the gaze
of an omniscient sun
of an omniscient sun
your atypical
your atypical was beloved
we were all so inspired
especially me
when you acted like a child
and ran circles around
the tree
when you drew a moon
where the sun was
and it came
to be
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| atypical. photo by katya, 2017 |
un.plan
vitality gets dispelled by a plan, yet planning is expected and encouraged. i wish we could release our blueprints more readily, without fear, to the wind stirred up by a rising sun.
super fragile
super fragile composed of vapors
my world collapsed and formed into a star. the star was super fragile and made of vapors but i didn’t care. there was little i could do about it. i infused the core with kindness and developed a fuck you solution for any intrusion. the moon of the earth changed by its proximity to the sun. i lived out there, too, and went through many moods. as one replaced the other, life got pretty interesting. we did not need to get along, you and i, but when we did we could walk and talk again, like friends. this was nice and i needed to be alone again, super fragile, composed of vapors.
this moon is not pink and they-them-theirs never will be
Though you call them the ‘pink moon’ and dress them in floral prints of the season, the full moon tonight will show their true color to you tonight and let you be let down (or up), and they will light your faces up so they can see how happy or sad you are to see them so. And they will shine upon the phlox they were misnamed after, whose flamed flowers will rise in unison to the top of their stems to peer upon them, and feel their power of persuasion, and the feeling will feel full and beneficial and the phlox flower water will become bubbly and pour pink champagne into the trumpet of the lily. All will at very least acknowledge the full and vibrant moon for their mighty refusal to be classified, categorized, denigrated, or diagnosed. Darwin may well be confused, yet his curiosity a contagion the whole world could catch. The moon was a kind moon, a gentle moon, a moon of many colors, and kept their feelings somewhat to themselves, so not to disturb the galaxy.
little children made a song they like to sing
every april comes around…
then one day
the pink moon got away
turned blue
for me and for you
happily and for
ever
too
