Category: Chaords
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Right Words Right Time
Can words voiced aloud arrive as birds do, Swoop to perfect perch on breeze-tossed branch As exact poise enfolds motion until launch again Greets air ever-changing to touch, with grace; Can mots juste walk in? Show up on a screen?
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Just Morning
Can morning just be morning then, even in spring Unmolested by clock time and zones, scheduled in Disruptions, alarms, jump starts? Of course it can, Of course it is outside cities and their tributaries While rain’s rhythms like yawns live time that sings
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What?
A toe dipped in chaos, are you crazy? Well, I may be, but if you think you’re not Soaking in it, in illimitable potential That floats all boats and also swimmers You, my friend, are misusing imagination
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Apprentice To Clouds
The dozens of textures at onceOf advent of laden raincloudsDisplaying forceful assertion And In the exact same processResult and author both ofCeaseless yieldingTo what comesA speaker of wordsDares lightning strikeTo attempt to conveyWhat wind visibly wettedAlways says And This one felt requestedTo make verbal sketchSpoken invitationWritten listeningTrust becomes 2017-04-03 22:49