It's been a melt in your mouth
kind of day and I'd take a second helping.
At age 14 as a freshman a most critical event occurred. I was introduced to stream of consciousness as a way of writing...and what I had been doing all my writing life was supremely impacted. A day does not go by that I do not write...some thing of prose, poetry, correspondance and commentary. I am what? druid? woman? mother? lover? a drop in the ocean? all of the above. All rights reserved. Copyright 2005 Deborah Drake.
Wednesday, July 11, 2007
Tuesday, July 10, 2007
Haiku
Evening alone
Moon rapidly growing ripe
Blueberries in season
Poised to pick berries
Come the cool morning
I'll pluck down the moon
What dreams come this night
I'll net like butterflies
And extend two palms
Palms that hold nectar
Palms to rest upon a while
Palms to take flight from
Moon rapidly growing ripe
Blueberries in season
Poised to pick berries
Come the cool morning
I'll pluck down the moon
What dreams come this night
I'll net like butterflies
And extend two palms
Palms that hold nectar
Palms to rest upon a while
Palms to take flight from
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