Avery wakes up the moon
says, 'I'm not scared'
The moon is old and kind
I should write a poem about it
Showing posts with label #postitnotepoetry. Show all posts
Showing posts with label #postitnotepoetry. Show all posts
Friday, February 06, 2015
Thursday, February 05, 2015
the cake the cake
Don't open the oven
or the cake won't rise
Do not weep
or the cake won't rise
Don't talk back
or the cake won't rise
Don't be frightened
or the cake won't rise
Shush, quick hide!
or the cake won't rise
Cover your eyes.
the cake. the cake.
or the cake won't rise
Do not weep
or the cake won't rise
Don't talk back
or the cake won't rise
Don't be frightened
or the cake won't rise
Shush, quick hide!
or the cake won't rise
Cover your eyes.
the cake. the cake.
Wednesday, February 04, 2015
Day 2 and 3
lights on
in each little house
the houses on the hill
each one represents an intention:
a cup of tea
a late meal
one more chapter, one last
page, one more show,
a walk across the room
to place the thing upon
the shelf oh–
all the little houses
the lights on the hill
Opal–
a hidden world
a personal sense of order
entering the symbolic
Who translates wonderland?
Sunday, February 01, 2015
Be awake
And if you can't sleep
Be awake.
Be the most awake you've ever been.
And if you hear the sound
Of a very old wing
Dragging across the floor
Don't be afraid, child.
Don't be afraid.
Be awake.
Be the most awake you've ever been.
And if you hear the sound
Of a very old wing
Dragging across the floor
Don't be afraid, child.
Don't be afraid.
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