In Solitude we cannot fly solo
Goddess of my evening Star or
shining morning
I can no more see you come
noonday than your arms
jaguar freckle bright milky way
Holds up my sky at night.
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http://withrealtoads.blogspot.com/ for the Open Monday poem prompt, as all poems on this blog to the imaginary garden with real toads
Here is a distillation of yesterday's poem? I had to Google the title and now think of a companion/saint/Mary there whether or not she can be seen. In the dark times, she is hope.
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ReplyDeleteIt may have made more sense if some of my comments got thru since the google feed rss has changed things oh well
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