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Duel of Doves
08:57
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I stood in the tower
Candle half-glow
Animates a crawling fern
Decorates the stone
Suddenly it's circular
Grandiose and powerful
I'm floating from my body
Like dissipating dew
Whisp
Whispy Incense Stream
Whisp
My grandma dances radiantly
Like a wild thing
Arching back
Butterfly wings
Manzanita skin
Whisp
Whispy Incense Stream
Whisp
Duel of Doves
Manzanita, manzanita
Smooth as manzanita
Coaxing the pods
Pomegranate
A duel of doves are painting
Minnows at your toes
Giant clouds above us
Giant lungs blow
Duel of Doves
Giant's lungs
Duel of Doves
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2. |
Raindrop Choir
05:00
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Once with hair the color of the bark
Of a great oak, now you stand stark
Not yet soaked from the rain that floods your wrinkled skin
Silver whisps streak down your face
Slivers in the deepest grays
Just like in the eroded river where you'd played
Fifty years you were away
Feigning your great escape
Then you were lead to return to the town you'd fled
There were stairs the height of Zeus
Made of stone, rotting loose
You climbed alone in the shadow of a home you'd known
From the top of the church stairs
Umbrellas open like quilt squares
You admire the choir of the drops of rain
Lo-lo-lo
Once inside the angels taunt you
Dancing fire, your visions haunt you
And to the spire, you inquire the good of it's vantage point
Your footsteps go forth as echoes
Just as waves follow a swimming ghost
And betray those who intend to seek unseen
You leave, a thread tied to the door
Spool spinning between your forefinger
And your thumb, you're numb, the tapestry grieves
Lo-lo-lo
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Two-headed Creature
05:07
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I found the oldest oak
And I peered into it's hollow
The creatures I saw
Enticed me, those shadowy things
I climbed the tree
Seeking a higher thing
Limbs like hands pulled me
It bowed and beckoned
I was offered two things
Love of beauty or love of greed
The two-headed creature breathed
One will be difficult, one easy
I wandered the land
Longed to hold honey in my hand
Longed to forge a good path
But when I panned for gold it revealed ash
Came to a lush valley
The people welcomed me
They offered tea
Milky with cream, sweet as honey
I thought it was a dream
My body still waiting
Beside the still lagoon
Shines like a mirror in the moon
Ooh, we danced 'til darkness
Daylight does fall
I sat beside myself
Which dance was false?
Once in the garden
I planted flowers for to harvest
A thief stole my best rose
They pulled it to their nose, it opened to mold
But they flourished for me
The best of the buds and the worst of the beast
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Whispy Incense Stream
04:36
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I stood in the tower, candle half aglow
Animates a crawling fern, decorates the stone
Suddenly it's circular, grandiose and powerful
I'm floating from my body, like dissipating dew
Whispy incense stream
My grandma dances radiantly, like a wild thing
Arching back, butterfly wings, manzanita skin
A hawk feather token, you bowed to me
I'm looking through marbles as I'm gardening
Coaxing the pods from a pomegranate
Kissing your lips so to see you grinnin'
A duel of doves are painting, minnows at your toes
Giant clouds above us, giant lung blows
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Adrienne Edson New Orleans, Louisiana
Dream weaver, soul-spinner, stardust-eyed poet based in New Orleans, LA
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