White Peacock
The forest cannot leave the woods,as words coughed into light.And the tongue: its pink lather spottedover a sliver, drawn like a black crayonthat under girds your voice.Move, and it moves. Speak and...
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CassIf you catch a moth while yawning,you panic; but see how yellow-tippedbranches welcome their young.I smiled at this ...because I was in the woods this weekend and a yawn will not only get us to...
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Deb,I can imagine!! We have a virtual forest in our own backyardand I wouldn't want to yawn back there! Thank you for readingthis one and for the nice words. I hope you are enjoyinga good summer and...
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Cass, I saw your name and the title of this write. Is there such a thing as white peacocks? Deb is right when she said, "You are an artist." It's true for you paint a picture for your readers with the...
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Wanda, thank you. Yes, they re different and beautiful!I appreciate the kind words.
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You celebrate life in words, breathing out the beauty into poems.Rich
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