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chatter of the
squirrel
-waning-
This poem was done as a
homework assignment for my creative writing class. The assignment was to
describe the essence of blue without using the word blue or any other color
words: azure, cobalt, sapphire etc.
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the sound of
a liberated trumpet with the rhythm of the ocean crashing breathing in deep
sighs. slowly upon its breast. like
heaven washing over you with smiles from tired eyes its only a dream that
crescendos in a dimly lit hall. still resonating
with a bassline that left the room long ago. into
nights where the stars were made to be covered by clouds and the distinct
sound of soaked sole pressing deep. you feel in
the way that the moon reflects the sea. silently
shocked she smiles remembering the way it feels to understand that each
step is a lessening reach of the tide.
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