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Sunday, 28 May 2017

morning notes







Sitting on the porch of a morning in my faded old blue jeans

they're worn at the knee old school and the fly is tattered where the buttons are

but I like the way they feel on my my limbs 

like  an old friend you can sit beside 

and brush against 

without talking

 Air's  still a little cold - sunshine seeps in to warm my bare feet

Sky's blue, grass is green and freshly mowed

Waves are rolling over the stones on the beach across the street

Old Allman Brothers drifting out over the beach roses that blossomed yesterday

The music illuminates cracks in the overlapping spaces 

between the seasons of my life

where it's crimped and crooked

like a bend in the road

or my faded blue jeans

ashes to ashes and dust to dust

  all buttons unbuttoned 

all snaps unsnapped

sadness and sorrow

love and joy

and fresh mown grass 

and the wild beach roses 

 You're my blue sky

You're my sunny day

and I breathe







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7 comments:

  1. What a meditative poem - I love the sense of comfort and belonging

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  2. Ahhhh this is absolutely lovely ... (also the site reflects the gentleness of the words).... I can feel those jeans against my own skin. Bravo!

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  3. Faded blue jeans - what more could you want or need? Delightful.

    My Sunday Whirl - Heaven can wait

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  4. I like the kind of acceleration it progresses into towards enjoyment of the morning.

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  5. You're my blue sky
    You're my sunny day
    and I breathe

    When one is with or expecting a loved one the feeling is easy. One can breathe easy! Very much so!

    Hank

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Deep peace of the running wave to you.
Deep peace of the flowing air to you.
Deep peace of the quiet earth to you.
Deep peace of the shining stars to you.
Deep peace of the gentle night to you.
Moon and stars pour their healing light on you

peace blogger

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