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Big Raven, by Emily Carr. Via real toads.
Big Raven, by Emily Carr. Via real toads.

 

the same grunts we each utter
with or without vocal chords

how bees whisper beneath a raven’s caw
how grass whistles in the teeth of a pale wind

how blooms take weeks to slip open
how waves susurrate beneath a slit moon

how we forget the pulse of blood
we all share, red or blue

 

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55 for Words Count with Mama Zen (in under 60), in the midst of an aching world.

unbloomed

Fair use - rights belong to lemon hound - no infringement intended
“Peony Unbloomed” – Fair Use – rights belong to lemon hound – no infringement intended, author will remove if requested

 

we kept the quiet days safe
as the innermost cup in a shy peony’s fold,

you, dancing on petals quick as rain,
me, curled as though to a cheek

but really just to the silent sheets,
flat and fitted to each other

without our intervention.
the door is open; the day, spun;

what once was ours
or never was, is gone

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for Shay’s Secret Love prompt, in the imaginary garden with real toads

push

borrowed from University of Bergen. Fair use, no infringement intended
borrowed from University of Bergen. Fair use, no infringement intended

 

air is thinner
what does that mean, ‘thinner’
like paper? like me
young, not old

like the veneer on that Ikea table
and not a solid oak desktop
or the air a mile high
– two miles below Kibo hut on Marangu route –

so I couldn’t push on to Kili’s summit
because of the damn jackhammer
the arteries in my head had let in.
still, the view was spectacular

when I could look up between vomits.
some of the others pushed on –
they set foot on Mawenzi, on Uhuru
on the top of the center of the world

and I wondered: what if my feet had taken me there?
would I feel differently today about summits,
about achievement, about seeing the sky?
but then I remember the cloud tops.

the summit? it’s a push, either way.

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for Shay’s Fireblossom Friday: Touch of Gray prompt, in the imaginary garden with real toads

In 1987, I didn’t quite make Kilimanjaro’s summit, but did make Kibo hut on the Marangu route, to about 15,500 feet in elevation. No food for 2 days then 1 bowl of tomato soup in, equalled 3 bowls out. Yucky and looked terrible and felt terrible but was actually pretty funny – to the damn Belgian tourist taking photos of me yacking. Damn tourists.

murmuration

from the archives, reposted to The Tuesday Platform in the imaginary garden with real toads, because I haven’t really anything new.

here’s the original video:

video and copyright Islands & Rivers – Liberty Smith and Sophie Windsor Clive. No infringement intended – author will remove if requested.

and if it matters, here’s a reading:

grapeling

video and copyright Islands & Rivers – Liberty Smith and Sophie Windsor Clive. No infringement intended – author will remove if requested.

We’ll murmur and tingle and fly will we
above the lapping wave
settle into a wing or three
the humble and the brave

we’ll tumble and loft and catapult
dip dive skim high and low
we’ll wish our skins into the skies
leave earth so far below

let murmur and exult and rush take hold
let’s hush and swoon on the sea
let’s you and I and the moving winds
set us, let’s set us free

we’re wings, we’re winds, we’re the earth and the sea
we’re the sky and the boat – you and me
let’s murmur and tingle and fly for ourselves
let’s joy in this rhapsody

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a bit of an unfinished piece for Kerry’s Rhapsody challenge at imaginary garden with real toads

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now

Amawalk River, NY
Amawalk River, NY

small hands and small feet
hair black as night

and closed eyes.
the earth wobbles on her axis

the melting poles tilt us with all that water
once locked, now flow(i)n(g)

and your brothers now taller than me.
your urn has no eyes, no hands, just dust

inside and out
while your mother carries you

inked to her wrist, light
but ever-present.

my only ink lies
on this page: you are impermanent

as ever
now, you are for ever

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for Brendan’s Harrows and Hallows prompt in the imaginary garden with real toads