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    dots Submission Name: seven days in search of a poemdots

    Author: isabella
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       repost. i am a serial deleter. what can i tell ya. anyhoo...

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    dotsseven days in search of a poemdots

    monday -

    never was much more than i am now. but i am now (so they say). so i say - you are much more than you never were or ever was; naked and mottled like a green growing tree.

    tuesday -

    it's odd, how poison makes it's way across skin. i try not to itch (and i do well most days) but it spreads: like stars. like legs. like dreams and hope can when the going is good.

    wednesday -

    the sun is waking up, and just before it stretches, he leans in to whisper - the stars are cosmic snowflakes. wanna catch some on our tongues?

    thursday -

    God loves me every day. i love God back at least three times a week. it's a struggle sometimes, letting Him in. but i do, because it's lonely when i push Him out.

    friday -

    i heard the saddest birdsong while floating down river. i lay my head down and eyes closed listened. just eyes closed listened. my legs dangled in water, and all i could think about was finding and keeping those words that came and went as the straw of my hat filtered sun. i found my whole body alive and relaxed in that moment of cool. and that song, that unassuming song, had a way of echoing beyond my ribs.

    saturday -

    i am like my father: morning writer. morning thinker. coffee drinking prayer sayer. i sit on my stoop as sun comes up. it's a hum. a whir. a sound of birds and whisper of trees. it's dawn meets heart as night leaves soul. it's light-touched.

    sunday -

    i blow on dandelions gone to seed.

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      Love this. You have a fine way with words too: that will charm any reader, even a jaded one like me!

    I spend days sometimes looking for birds and at them and it seems that whatever they are doing (like singing) they are doing it by a powerful instinct and so throwing their whole heart and life into the effort at that moment. That's an example for humans because God is telling the bird which instinct, and the bird is always listening!

    That's not my quote, my son said it, he was ten and already making sense (dad is boasting).
    | Posted on 2015-05-11 00:00:00 | by Glen Bowman | [ Reply to This ]
      I was truly amazed by the line "the stars are like snowflakes. Wanna catch some on our tongues?"
    | Posted on 2014-07-09 00:00:00 | by kase | [ Reply to This ]
      For in the end it's not a description of life that we're looking for, but an experience of it. You had that all along, didn't you? It just took the dawn to wake you to the realization, and an action which implies a celebration of life, a sowing of air, tinged with an innuendo that's just a little devious, and joyous, and desirous of fulfillment, all at once.

    Thanks for reposting this one. I like the clarity of your vision and the thoughtfulness you render with a tenderness that shines through.

    | Posted on 2012-11-20 00:00:00 | by Vancrown | [ Reply to This ]
      I'm glad you reposted. I had never had the pleasure of reading this. It is a new fav of mine. As others have said, it is lovely. And just what I needed really. Just lovely, and making sense of the world in such a wonderful way. Day by day and full of love and knowing and beauty.


    | Posted on 2012-03-14 00:00:00 | by JanePlane | [ Reply to This ]
      this is beautiful g -

    i love the pathways you have built in your consciousness. the way you string thoughts/sensations together and then convey them in words that apart, are unassuming and together, somehow become something magical.

    my day is now better, for having read the coolness of you :)

    take care
    | Posted on 2012-02-06 00:00:00 | by biska | [ Reply to This ]
      have already told you how much i like this...but especially "tuesday"

    very creative format.

    | Posted on 2012-02-04 00:00:00 | by jacoberin | [ Reply to This ]

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