Water Witching, We Hear
The rattle of stalks
along dirt roads,
whispery days
sifting through
parched
light,
you say
patience, my
friend, and again,
patience.
“Water Witching, We Hear” first appeared on the blog in April 2017.
O at the Edges
Musings on poetry, language, perception, numbers, food, and anything else that slips through the cracks.
O at the Edges 
Limbs stretch to the heavens, joints creaking, waiting.
Thought I’d share words that came to mind. Maybe obvious. How do you know when words are too obvious?
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Mek! Boy do I ever know that creaking feeling. I often miss the obvious on the first go or thereabouts, but by letting pieces sit and marinate for a while, they eventually give themselves away. Or that’s my hope, 😬
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Bob! I take the exclamation mark to mean you’ve noted my absence and missed me soooo much 😊 Ah, I was suggesting maybe the obvious wasn’t worth including. Yes, I know the creaks too *ouch*
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Well, yes. And I’d thought about you just a bit before. I must be psycho. Or something like that. 😀 I’m likely to include the obvious in drafts, then rephrase or delete it in editing.
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Not psycho. I’m touched! 😊
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Ha ok i got it.
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Ha! I hope you’re doing well.
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🙂 Yes, I am well thank you. Hope you are too.
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Life has settled down a bit…
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Good to hear. Still making noises (sorry, music) in your shed? 😜
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Mostly noise! That damn flute has a mind of its own. The guitar mostly behaves…
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