it's a big world after all
the calls come back and the answers echo
the mountains climb up and the cannonballs boom
seeming swoons over subtle sunsets frying in the pan
catch me if you can: the king of carrot flowers
music in the meadow and the larkspurs all on fire
poppies and the rutabagas kumquadts this is nature
sounds we eat and words we wallow in
calling all the chances wild
dialing up the possibility - streaming live and highing five
roars to score the lions home
we are zoned for residential
we are leaning over the ocean - capturing wishes and silvering fish
flickering the light as the heat wakes through
capturing the message as the dawn comes true:
here and also there beyond the yes more and you'll see
windows open winder and the going on is free
it's a tired piece of cliche and it's tossed
lost arts and frenzied hearts - wild peace and baskets on bicycles
in a cabin in the woods
brokendown roads and blueberry salvation
back from vacation and eyes filled with other
braced for opportune lines twined into sense
all in all there is no road
the path we find is brushed aside as it happens
magic in action
come along and sing for our tomorrow
take my hand and listen for the whynot
close our eyes and jump until we fly
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side note
While this blog's original purpose was to keep myself honest in my practice of doing daily justwrites-- 10-minute freewrites from some unusual starting points-- it has meandered to occasionally include other sorts of writing, to address other goals, and to even include other authors. Now, its main function is as a sort of verbal/ thought outcropping in public view. These are not polished pieces, and most are completely rough drafts. As some pieces may be developed through revision, your comments are most appreciated.
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