Friday, May 17, 2013

poetry day

my love.
      bizarre thunderstorm when clouds aren't gray
             Flashes like green glowing lightning bugs
My magical, angry garden.

huddle under my umbrella,
hug my knees against the cold.
        I could go inside...
{I like the pitiful feeling. Make believe waif, that's me.}

what a starry eyed, cheerful dreamer!
Childhood, tangible, erascible whirlwind
purple gray visions of company

Warm glowing dancing, the breeze in the canopy!
shadows and oh that amazing green
the color of spring, youth, vitality
the color of sunlight peering through leaves


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