08-15-2020, 01:37 PM
hummingbird
anoint me with grit and I can suspend the disbelief about grit if you reference it again.
throw colors at me, I might like to see an actual color; they are green around here.
that i may lap up the
nectar of life
curling my toes, i Good line, a poet you may be yet
feel what it is to be here,
be near.
who is I AM that
BEING would sow me in such
fertile soil
and
congruently
blossom within me I want to see something about a blossom in a feeder here
rub my eyes and beat my wings Another good one
longing falls as a bow on strings
as i fit myself into place
squeeze myself into the gaps
between
tectonic plates
I dug it. It has a lot of potential.
anoint me with grit and I can suspend the disbelief about grit if you reference it again.
throw colors at me, I might like to see an actual color; they are green around here.
that i may lap up the
nectar of life
curling my toes, i Good line, a poet you may be yet
feel what it is to be here,
be near.
who is I AM that
BEING would sow me in such
fertile soil
and
congruently
blossom within me I want to see something about a blossom in a feeder here
rub my eyes and beat my wings Another good one
longing falls as a bow on strings
as i fit myself into place
squeeze myself into the gaps
between
tectonic plates
I dug it. It has a lot of potential.