too hot to sleep
windows thrown open to the night
a thousand blinking lights
blue glow of the stereo
the music as full and lush
as the night
Day 74 – too hot to sleep
Day 63 – if my soul were a puppy
If my soul were a puppy,
It would leap up and lick your face.
It’s just that excited for all that you are.
Tail wagging.
Unabashed joy.
To catch a glimpse…
To see the arrival…
of You.
Day 42 – silent
Well, after a very busy and expansive couple of weeks, it’s time to flip. I need to be silent for a while. And thanks to Tony’s post, I’m reminded you can put silence out on a web post too. So here it is in image form:
I’m putting this up as a Sohbet as well, another chance to start a poem with an image. I may add one myself when I feel like talking again. Right now I clearly feel like being quiet and having my toes in the river.
Day 31 – barefoot in the rain
Today’s post – a poem:
yesterday I walked
barefoot in the rain
my feet got cold
but still I was happy
amid a stormy life
there is the foot-feel
of wet ground
and rain between my toes
Looking forward to your poetic replies. I’ve missed the sohbet-ing.
Sohbet – Two Teenagers
two teenagers
making out on a soccer field
hands up shirts
oblivious
to thousands of freeway eyes
yep, it’s Spring
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