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with food on the fire
kids building fortresses and music...just music we find ourselves looking for nothing @ERrantIN @Erin Croley (from an #ntitle prompt)
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our trajectories are no longer parallel
but occasionally they intersect leaving more room for you and me and refreshing bursts of us @ERrantIN ©Erin Croley (from an #MSpoetry prompt) I continue to sip coffee
after it is cold too content to give up writing and risk creaky floorboards @ERrantIN ©Erin Croley (from a #PowerOfMyWords prompt) when the sun summits
sky shifts from flat to gold illuminates texture and shadow the womb awakens and I believe it isn't cold outside @ERrantIN ©Erin Croley (from a #botaiku prompt) found you in my dreams last night
called you "daughter" and could not sleep nor let go dragon music
where is my Salem woods my speak easy books saved from the pyre? this fire kindled needs space to sing and dance and fight for me @ERrantIN ©Erin Croley (from a #fieryverse prompt) as my throat swells
and fever creeps I imagine steaming orifices or myself in vintage profile perpendicular and hazy by the window @ERrantIN ©Erin Croley (from an #MSpoetry prompt) when my feet are tucked
and legs crossed when my gaze reaches and sounds drift when coffee lifts me or whiskey or love emboldens every verse is a lattice @ERrantIN ©Erin Croley (from an #ntitle prompt) the snow...an adventure
the stillness of the world...joy but this cold and constant shivering can only be described as punishment @ERrantIN ©Erin Croley (from a #capturedpoets prompt) the weight of four blankets
can't maintain warmth or conjure a deep sleep all of me is attuned to the possibility of your voice... |
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