Skimming stones by Joanna Timms
Thoughts that came on buses and trains...reflections that were difficult to see...hands so gentle they cradled my heart to tears...laughter from the clowns inside everyone....inheritance....the joy of tumbling down hills....the peace i found from lying in the sea and lapping with the waves.
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Wind of change
Wind of change blow my way. Break my anxiety with your unharnessed power, I am not afraid today. Unleash my demons and my screaming child, untangle my hair, drive me wild!
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Bottomless blue
Enveloped in the bottomless blue, this motion is familiar, every cell engages, every frequency attunes. The bodies rhythm at peace laps and laps.. undulates effortlessly.
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Out on the roof
Late one night a wolf whistle blew under a ladies door. It breezed up the the hall and the stairs, lifting a little fine dust from her rugs. It blew under her skirt and between her teeth.
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Embers of the sun
Stones skim underfoot, provoking movement with their shimmering surfaces. Where to look? Beneath...beyond...up and away.... The dark is drawing closer,
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Painting the ghosts
Kiss me gently when you come wash me in the sweet sensations of life after life eternal being, entwinement. Rid my brittle bones of their stagnant fear of breaking. Talk me through the night
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High flyer, earth walker, deep sea diver
She is a rock in the line of the wake of the sea, often tempted to break off and be carried away. When captured by the rainbows in it's fine, salt spray. The migrants of the summer sky
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Her soft face
A woman looking down on all i do, say and touch when i'm with you in that room and i never forget for long. Perhaps you can, perhaps you do but it makes the sadness deeper each time i glance
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