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Meanwhile the wild geese, high in the clean blue air, are heading home again. Whoever you are, no matter how lonely, the world offers itself to your imagination, calls to you like the wild geese, harsh and exciting -- over and over announcing your place in the family of things. -Mary Oliver

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how many times have we been called to becoming? and now a pause, seeing the instruments underneath the voice, and trying to let go of them all.

well what is there to dream about anyways? all that is left to do these days is dream, about what the world was and what the world could be, yet meanwhile it is there all along anyways, birds building nests and the sun laughing at us. #poetry #poetrycommunity #poetryofig #writersofinstagram #poetsofinstagram #writerslife #poetryproject #poetsofig #wordporn #poem #writer #writerscommunity #spilledink #instapoet #poemoftheday

just a reminder to let it go like a bunch of dried out pine needles. . . #poetry #poetryislife #poetrycommunity #poetryofig #writersofinstagram #poetsofinstagram #writerslife #poetryproject #poetsofig #wordporn #poem #writer #writerscommunity #spilledink #instapoet #poemoftheday

a short poem for your sunday morning. the font is a size smaller but i think that's what we need going into a new decade. . .👨‍💼👨‍💼👨‍💼👨‍💼👨‍💼👨‍💼 .🍃🍃🍃🍃🍃🍃🍃🍃🍃🍃 .🌲 . #poetry #poetryislife #poetrycommunity #poetryofig #writersofinstagram #poetsofinstagram #writerslife #poetryproject #poetsofig #wordporn #poem #writer #writerscommunity #spilledink #instapoet #poemoftheday

i'm never going to write another poem until it has incubated for at least two weeks. #poetry #poetryislife #poetrycommunity #poetryofig #writersofinstagram #poetsofinstagram #writerslife #poetryproject #poetsofig #wordporn #poem #writer #writerscommunity #spilledink #instapoet #poemoftheday

i found a notebook from two years ago. sometimes i wonder why i write anything at all, but i suppose if some words take two years to ripen then what do i know about anything at all. two years ago i was ready and open and making mistakes as soon as each day was peeled open. now only leaves whisper and peal as they shudder themselves free. - #poetry #poetryislife #poetrycommunity #poetryofig #writersofinstagram #poetsofinstagram #writerslife #poetryproject #poetsofig #wordporn #poem #writer #writerscommunity #spilledink #instapoet #poemoftheday

invrsrdssqrd in Poems, Sunday Short Poems July 14, 2019 34 Words

i tried to distill you into one word.

i am certain you are gentle from
the way you strike
the lighter.

or the breeze that carries the shaded
air.

i’m only hours away
i am crying to the cracked open sky.

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