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flower. player - i hear songs; professional hermit, semi-pro crab.
reflections…
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the outer teacher is a ship
we cross the great waters
a journey so startlingly
timeless
they rest still within us
those waters
at times, while samba-singing across another divide
the ground has never been solid
yet still
i’ve always been
and me and the ocean and my teacher
all chill on a thursday afternoon
play connects us
naturally
i wish this poem were a balloon
and that baloon’s weren’t made of plastic
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#microfiction #poem #play
Playing guitar now hurts me wee arms/fingers but certainly gives a vibe.
i must thank my trumpet playing friend who, when I left a band for health reasons, reminded me that I can still sing.
I kinda’ discounted that at the time, because I was dissapointed not to continue playing instruments at a high level, but it proved true.
Songs starts in your mind and singing is just about the best thing we can do for our hearts!
An example of community norms that I am quite taken with:
If you:
a) know a sticker-friendly place to host this fine sticker for years to come
b) are totes mcgoats cool
c) are into snail mail from me
I do believe we are destined to PM.
she stacks seashells by the seashore
At the market yesterday, I heard a loud singer and thought it was a busker…so moved to investigate. I felt so inspired to see it was just a market patron being generous with their gifts.