ETA: I found out what the b/w challenge accepted pics mean
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Challenge accepted: Turkish feminists spell out real meaning of hashtag
We get a poem today
:
iamaestro
Verified
ON THE VERGE OF THE VERGE
Metal kettle
Clay cup
Daisies laid on indigo
The weight of days
Rests upon us
Each ounce of which
We can barely carry
But we do
Come with me
Let’s lay
and watch the lichen grow
It’s not so bad getting older
All this time I’ve been thinking
I’ve been doing it wrong
Only to discover
there is no it to do
This is the pace
In which
I slow
The white ash
Of daytime fire
Blows summer snow
In spirals that surround us
This is the sound of
bone on stone
When there is no separation
Our minerals converse
they know their origin
This is
The song of skin in dirt
Of a clay cup
Rising and falling with the tides of breath
Soft upon on my chest
This is how the wind wraps around my skin
And the sun sinks in
And the singular drop of rain
Drips onto my bottom lip
She is curled
at the ledge of the ridge
On the verge of the verge
Her song carries us across
the valley of the shadow
This is the voice
This is the song
This is the face
This is the body open raw real whole
That her mother will come know
She sings to Pines
and Columbines and Clover
She sings to moss that thrives alive
On the barren bodies of dead and dying trees
Polished into holy spires
In this cathedral
Of the open YES
Christiana Musk ������
������ @christianamusk
To a lifetime of seeing each other ������������
And another great pic that could not be more different!
