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you reach out
to settle into the quiet hours refocus and let go while I look within to reclaim fragments and dream of gluing ©Erin Croley (from a #fieryverse prompt)
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raise my hand to shield sun
root feet against a gentle wind pair songwriters with birds and the intersection of water, sand, laughter and questions one perfect day can convince me I am possible tie each to tree branches a string of vibrant prayer flags and maybe I'll remember to live that way ©Erin Croley (from an #IBLyrics prompt) (recovery)
perfectionism is that red dress with intricate details from my 20's still in my closet I have to try her on every once in awhile to remind myself why I let her go ©Erin Croley (from a #RavensVeil prompt) there is nothing delicate
about a columbine splitting rock to grow but it is definitely feminine ©Erin Croley (from a #soulhoot prompt) cool earth beneath soles
warm breeze across bare shoulders drinking beer outside after dusk do you remember this easy love emerging ©Erin Croley (from a #MadVerse prompt) I can cut curls from my hair
bend to the midnight disease distract myself from change but when silence breaks the fall it still will not prevent it @ERrantIN ©Erin Croley (from a #MadVerse prompt) the soft glow of fresh snow
filters through slate blue curtains my four-year-old philosopher braves the morning cold traverses the bare wood floors in bare feet wraps both arms around me, and asks about death shares his desire to live with me forever I see him defying life's decay just as he defies confinement within definitions of "a good boy" I whisper encouragements of scientific discovery and some cliche about happiness and living each day to its fullest knowing I'd give it all for love, for him to forever defy expectations @ERrantIN ©Erin Croley (#ntitle prompt) 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) |
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