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A Thousand Flamingos
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“The splendid thing
about falling apart
silently...
is that
you can start over
as many times
as you like.”
― A Thousand Flamingos
about falling apart
silently...
is that
you can start over
as many times
as you like.”
― A Thousand Flamingos
“May your love for me be
like
the scent of the evening sea
drifting in
through a quiet window
so i do not have to run
or chase or fall
... to feel you
all i have to do
is
breathe.”
― A Thousand Flamingos
like
the scent of the evening sea
drifting in
through a quiet window
so i do not have to run
or chase or fall
... to feel you
all i have to do
is
breathe.”
― A Thousand Flamingos
“in the afterglow
of an evening rain
i lay down
in the grass
and think of you
my body aches
like an after-kiss
breaking in soft fires
and wildflowers
my dear,
i will always be
this tender for you.”
― A Thousand Flamingos
of an evening rain
i lay down
in the grass
and think of you
my body aches
like an after-kiss
breaking in soft fires
and wildflowers
my dear,
i will always be
this tender for you.”
― A Thousand Flamingos
“sometimes i don't know, which moment
which cool gust of wind will come,
and enchant me
tousling my hair
and my heart,
stirring...that familiar ache of poetry,
which drop will kiss
the old wrench in my soul
reminding me, all over again
i miss you better in the rain.”
― A Thousand Flamingos
which cool gust of wind will come,
and enchant me
tousling my hair
and my heart,
stirring...that familiar ache of poetry,
which drop will kiss
the old wrench in my soul
reminding me, all over again
i miss you better in the rain.”
― A Thousand Flamingos
“There is
something
mystically
sad
and beautiful
about
how
i will
never
see you
again
but
meet you
again
and again
in poetry.”
― A Thousand Flamingos
something
mystically
sad
and beautiful
about
how
i will
never
see you
again
but
meet you
again
and again
in poetry.”
― A Thousand Flamingos
“my dear,
we are all made of water.
it's okay to rage. sometimes
it's okay to rest. to recede.”
― A Thousand Flamingos
we are all made of water.
it's okay to rage. sometimes
it's okay to rest. to recede.”
― A Thousand Flamingos
“With callused hands
i tasted
the softness of the moon
in the coldest winds
i discovered
my soul's
warmest fireplace
in the roughness
of his stubble
the tenderest love.”
― A Thousand Flamingos
i tasted
the softness of the moon
in the coldest winds
i discovered
my soul's
warmest fireplace
in the roughness
of his stubble
the tenderest love.”
― A Thousand Flamingos
“moonlight disappears down the hills
mountains vanish into fog
and i vanish into poetry.”
― A Thousand Flamingos
mountains vanish into fog
and i vanish into poetry.”
― A Thousand Flamingos
“my love
for you
will always be
like a mountain stream.
quiet.
persistent.
continuous.”
― A Thousand Flamingos
for you
will always be
like a mountain stream.
quiet.
persistent.
continuous.”
― A Thousand Flamingos
“If I began to draw
myself away from you
we’d still be like
two mixed colors of paint
impossible to separate.”
― A Thousand Flamingos
myself away from you
we’d still be like
two mixed colors of paint
impossible to separate.”
― A Thousand Flamingos
“A single poem, alone
can turn tides
scatter galaxies
and burst forth with rivers
from paradise.”
― A Thousand Flamingos
can turn tides
scatter galaxies
and burst forth with rivers
from paradise.”
― A Thousand Flamingos
“I have woken up…quite sloshed
from night-mingled rains
a little drugged, by mountain fogs
I have been kidnapped
for years....by a mere kiss.”
― A Thousand Flamingos
from night-mingled rains
a little drugged, by mountain fogs
I have been kidnapped
for years....by a mere kiss.”
― A Thousand Flamingos
“You ask
if I will write a poem
I could,
I suppose
write the most
splendiferous
one of all
but not
right
now
not when
your hands
are brewing
warm
cinnamon tea
across my skin
not when I’m
trying to imagine
what might happen
if you began
flowering
kisses
upon
me
My dear,
how can
I write
a poem
when I’m already
inside one?”
― A Thousand Flamingos
if I will write a poem
I could,
I suppose
write the most
splendiferous
one of all
but not
right
now
not when
your hands
are brewing
warm
cinnamon tea
across my skin
not when I’m
trying to imagine
what might happen
if you began
flowering
kisses
upon
me
My dear,
how can
I write
a poem
when I’m already
inside one?”
― A Thousand Flamingos
“You should be more careful
when you move, my dear
what with you...
spilling moonlight
into my poem, with a mere
flick of your hand.”
― A Thousand Flamingos
when you move, my dear
what with you...
spilling moonlight
into my poem, with a mere
flick of your hand.”
― A Thousand Flamingos
“A rain like melting pillows…
a rain so beautiful
I could never
have let go of
if not certain
that someday...it would find its way
into my poem.”
― A Thousand Flamingos
a rain so beautiful
I could never
have let go of
if not certain
that someday...it would find its way
into my poem.”
― A Thousand Flamingos
“the time will come, my dear
when I will hold you close
and all will be
right again
in the world.”
― A Thousand Flamingos
when I will hold you close
and all will be
right again
in the world.”
― A Thousand Flamingos
“a single poem
the thing that can keep me
light on my feet,
when my soul is
heavy with sorrow.”
― A Thousand Flamingos
the thing that can keep me
light on my feet,
when my soul is
heavy with sorrow.”
― A Thousand Flamingos
“May the nights always be aglow
with the bliss of the day
with unharmed hands and feet
and kissed cheeks.”
― A Thousand Flamingos
with the bliss of the day
with unharmed hands and feet
and kissed cheeks.”
― A Thousand Flamingos
