the sunflowers stood tall in a mason jar on the table,
eventually stooping and growing tired,
making their withered way to a small porcelain dish,
we admired their frail and fragile beauty
Beauty
Tag Archives: writing
Words
words haunt her
what to look forward to
planting new things
flea markets and farmer’s markets
birthday cake
open windows at night
shades of green
long spring evenings
Desert Sky
it was the bright blue desert sky
that she engraved into memory–
that day of heat and happiness
Layers
he dreamt in layers,
in waves–
in the space between breaths,
between words,
between ragged heartbeats
Blue things lately
afternoon winter skies
atlas jars
small aquamarine on a silver chain
a plastic bottlecap in the woods
and the memory of your tender blue eyes
Spin
i watch the sun go down–
my breath hot on the wind
i watch the hawk ride the currents
and feel the earth slightly spin
Branches: 3 and 4 of 4
carrying the rain, between the fog
Excerpt: 2
“Inspiration is the unforeseen quantity, the muse that assails at the hidden hour.”
Excerpt from Devotion by Patti Smith, 2017
Excerpt: 1
“I awoke and it was still dark. I lay there for a time reliving the dream, feeling other dreams stacked behind it.”
Excerpt from M Train by Patti Smith, 2015
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