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Gratitude: Part 18

Today I am grateful for:

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Gratitude: Part 6

This morning I am grateful for:

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Th’ P’rsistnc of M’mory – NaPoWriMo #24

Today’s prompt comes from Napowrimo.net’s Days 23 and 24. Here is a traditional lipogram (utilizing any letter of the alphabet except for ‘e’) inspired by a work of art, that being Salvador Dali’s The Persistence of Memory. Had to get a bit creative with this one: hope you enjoy.

From MoMA.org

From MoMA.org

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Carpe Dream – NaPoWriMo #1

Somewhere between sleep and waking you snuck up on me,
Marmalade smothering, stretching serenely inside my rib(ald-bird)cage,
Tweeting songbird soliloquoys requesting nothing more than love-pecks,
You made a nest out of disused muscle tissue, twisted relic of a beating heart that harbored love-sick machinations instead of an actual elevation of that all-important feeling.

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Things Learned Last Year

Some of this was obtained vicariously, some through experience all its own: either way thanks are owed for helping this one grow. Dreams are tangible things, they are wispy, gooey granules of over-wet clay: but with patience they can be molded into whatever your imagination wants to make of them. They are not always what they seem – dreams formed can be a knife to the throat, make you question your sanity for ever aspiring to put such a thing on a pedestal; they are wily things that can take a life of their own. They are worth it.

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Moebius Hips

Time twists in on itself,
forming a tesseract,
a Moebius strip of waiting to and making love with you.

Fingers claw at clothing,
praying for purchase of skin on skin,
subtle strokes of a collarbone,
of a shoulderblade,
of lips kissing infinitely,
our passion a desperate prayer on our tangled tongues,
calling God and each otherĀ and finding divinity in the sparks of
love that live in our eyes when we look at each other.

Your head against my shoulder,
as the film plays and you slip briefly, blissfully, into the Land of Nod:
I am sitting here/I am waiting for you there/
I am stroking your hair and your face gently/We are flying over all obstacles and avarices/
I am not imagining perfection to your breasts but drinking in how lovely you look when you’re sleeping/we are dream-logic lovers, married, parents, old and gray sweethearts still holding hands in a park/
I am basking in the glory of your love for me/I am basking in the glory of your love for me.

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