Tag poetry

Backward, echoing, mirroring
It is provocative to postulate

He's seen enough of his mistress preening.

Clouds of blue and yellow remind us of our home.

Dimensions but not directions divined.

Klee’s kids skin their knees
and cavort under
blue-sheeted shrouds.

sunward stretching
Leonard lengthening limbs

We stand by the winter pond, Look each other in the eye, Then look away.

Thoughts About the Earth series.

The old masks let me breathe through my nose and mouth but these masks are different

Poppy's reading glasses were pink before pink was cool.

I feel my day evaporating. Who else might be missing cows?

Burnt orange background for warmth roundness, spirals, buttery pinwheels- nothing pointy or masculine.