wary of pavement,
of rapid movement
&
gushing laughter.
was it life thereafter?
a thick embellished,
bejeweled nostalgia.
a cinnamon laden
turquoise haven.
we grew into willows
to feel the winds billow.
outstretched and groaning
we found our glory.
in cumin and cardamom
drenched and slurried.
– Sheila Sea
sheila sea 
delicious & sensual
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thank you! ☺️☺️
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Melancholy, yet beautiful
like Loren Eiseley,
like the setting sun.
The sun sets, it’s true
the day closes, finally
and darkness comes
until tomorrow
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wonderful, thanks. ❤
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🙂
Your poems are inspired and inspiring.
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Thank you so much, that’s really kind of you to say. ❤
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This is real poetry.
Short and sweet.They go with a trot.
Thanks for the follow.
How do you find my poems?
All the best
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Thank you for the lovely words! I found them in my random exploration of word press, I’m glad I did!
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Can there be anything more evocative than, “a cinnamon laden
turquoise haven”? I doubt it. Beautiful poem!
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oh wow, thank you! i love that line too. haha. if i can be honest. ☺️
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Love the fluidity. Very good! And thank you for the follow.
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Fluidity is definitely one of my goals! Thanks so much, Jenn!
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This was a nice one!
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Thanks Dara! 💜
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in cumin and cardamom
drenched and slurried.
Love this poem–beautiful…
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Thank you so much, Elaine. ☺️☺️☺️
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Beautiful imagery.!!! Thanks for the blog follow too 🙂
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I love your speed on this piece.
best,
G.
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