O at the Edges

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Exhaling, I Get Dizzy

Posted on August 11, 2019 by robert okaji

Exhaling, I Get Dizzy

From one note flattened
to the next floating whole,

textured with rustling
stalks and the sweet odor

of dried grasses, you
detach, drift off.

What colors this tone, you
ask. What sings my day?

8 thoughts on “Exhaling, I Get Dizzy”

pattimouse on August 10, 2019 at 10:55 am said:

Reblogged this on Fae Corps Publishing.

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- robert okaji on August 10, 2019 at 5:48 pm said:
  
  Thanks very much for reblogging this, Patricia.
  
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nanciec13 on August 10, 2019 at 12:23 pm said:

your words bring a song into my imagination. thank you.

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- robert okaji on August 10, 2019 at 5:48 pm said:
  
  You are always so kind, Nancy. Thank you!
  
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  - nanciec13 on August 11, 2019 at 10:21 am said:
    
    🙂
    
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stepsinbetween on August 11, 2019 at 11:04 pm said:

Beautiful ending!

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- robert okaji on August 12, 2019 at 11:03 am said:
  
  Thank you, Celaine.
  
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- robert okaji on August 13, 2019 at 11:54 am said:
  
  Thank you very much!
  
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