Fresh Laundry
Fresh Laundry
Spring waits in my closet,
A cool-weather jacket at the ready
Washed fresh with the winter rains
Dried in the chilled breeze.
I slide off my woolen coat of winter and
Set it to the side for the summer's dreams.
My last chance for sweaters has passed,
And now is the time of the budding.
I take the hanger and slide the season
Off its mooring. The linen is delicate from
Years of washes, from changes in climate,
From the long wait and the ecstatic fever.
I sheath my arms in spring's sleeves
Its shivery fabric pricking my heat-adapted skin.
The delight of a comfortable afternoon and cool
Night will never get old.
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A List of "Beautiful" Words: Orange
for your next poem/story
Apricot - a variable color averaging a moderate orange
Carotene - any of several orange or red crystalline hydrocarbon pigments that occur in the chromoplasts of plants and in the fatty tissues of plant-eating animals and are convertible to vitamin A
Carroty - resembling carrots in color
Jack-o'-lantern - any of several large orangish gill fungi (genus Omphalotus) that are poisonous and luminescent
Pumpkin - a strong orange color
Saffron - a moderate orange to orange yellow
Tangerine - a moderate to strong reddish orange
Terracotta - a brownish orange
Titian - of a brownish-orange color
Vermilion - a vivid reddish orange
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Don't Hide Your Wings
Pieced together with scraps
Of holy books, bound with the glue
Of a mad and desperate hope
Hang them on your shoulders,
Shine with the terrifying joy of being known.
Indulge in the sacrament of transformation,
Commune with the highest powers,
Feel your sacred self soar
Out of your bones; float in the whispers
Of thin air and cold mists.
And touch the terrible, destroying
Light of the great and fiery sun,
Falling up into the clear and silent realms
Above; the light piercing through your
Gilded flesh, radiating silvery threads.
Shed your hallowed frame and return anew
Crash and scorch the forests,
Turn the desert sands to glass,
Strike the earth with the force of
Lightning, scream your name like thunder.
Rise, smoldering, skin in embers and blessed
Black char, step from your crumbling grave
Bring new life to desolate plains,
Cleanse the salt from the fields,
Extend your arms, and breathe finally.
Breathe new air,
Breathe in new lungs,
Breathe fire and flame
Breathe nothing and everything
Breathe, at last, you.
Desert Cherry Blossom
Under lacey shade and golden rain
Desert cherry blossom trickles
Bright desert light onto a bed of pebbles.
A verdin hops branches, calling all the time
Honeyed warble from blue-green twigs.
Florid sprigs along crooked boughs,
Silken sun-drops flit to the ground.
Bees delight in their bounty,
Bobbing from petals, bringing new life.
Soon, these skirts are traded for
Seeds, their pods forage for locals.
Gifts abound from smooth-barked
Florida, this Parkinsonia blessing
All who alight in and around her
Resplendent wings.
i care btw. i care abt the song ur listening to or the bug u saw or how u just got outta the shower or how ur happily hanging out w ur friends or how ur kinda sad or how good was the meal u just had or ur fav character from an indie game nobody knows or if u chugged down some water. i always will
I'm Not a Rambler
on the one hand, extremely funny to get told “get help” by a fortune cookie, on the other, i can’t believe betterhelp has breached influencers and podcasters and started getting fortune cookies to shill for them
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