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Kiss Me When You’re Sober
Kiss me when you’re sober Not when the nights almost over I want you to remember the way I gazed into your eyes And leaned towards with an absent mind And the way I said your name Before your lips touched mine ~Annalise
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What Was Then…
Soft is the bow to the lion’s touch Pull it back, make me blush Singing softly, a midnight thrush Dancing in streetlights, did you see? Were you watching? Were you watching, Were you looking at me? Salted air Through linen skirts Climbing bridges To watch them burn Look to the horizon You’re standing beneath Broken…
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The Earth Fairy and the Water Spirit
Her soul is of the earth, And his ensconced in water. She floats in air, He dallies with fire. Such beautiful things, Elemental blessings, In the autumn moon. He said she was pretty, She laughed like June. How lost was she? Only the stars knew. Winter air, Same street, She went by, His and her…
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Wandering
Mystic fern field, Cress freckled gully, Crystal circle chanting hymns, Twirling sugar maples dancing within. Daffodils face, hands strike seven Barefoot on the mossy hill, Following the stars to find the moon, Quaffing the indigo empyrean, Dripping through the dusty hammock, Dowsing the day fire in violet mist Queen Mab’s kiss to the dying day…
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The Belief
Curiouser and curiouser he said to me, Ocean eyes fixed to the deep, And in their wake a re-awoken heat “What if I believe again?”, I asked in woven words, “Will you leave?”, His eyes whispered to the witty, whirling wind, A phrase he did not have to release, It’s a funny thing when history…
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To: My Friend
Dear friend, I hope this letter finds you well. Often times I find it hard to sit down and write, especially these days. It seems as though so much is changing and it is sometimes hard to keep up. With school and life it pains me that I have less and less time to write.…
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The Prologue
There’s something in the air, A cinnamon glow, An oaken grove, Whispering, rustling. Can it be, Tales of a season’s past, A talisman found in campfire ash? They tell of long lost rituals fading as the Earth freezes. Sssh… They lull soft and smooth, As the breeze cools, knowing it must settle soon. -Annalise…
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The Rings in the Oak Wood
Here lies a home with the familiar fade of history worth a thousand days. And in the wind through rusted arbors of palms and pine, dwindles hints of oak tree and thyme. Their leafy canopies stare at relics of the past That have since turned to ash, and in the warm ring of laughter’s old…
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2 years of A.W. Poetry!!!
I know this post is slightly belated, but WOW, I cannot believe this site is already 2 years old. Thank you all so so so much for all your love and support. I appreciate it very much. Love, Annalise Wellman
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Golden Hour
Honey trickles through the oak blinds Rolling mellifluously, dripping on the cotton and leather, Dusting the glass table with golden pollen And the daffodils with syrupy sun Oh, how it rolls the lake in a bourbon rug As earthly orbs sip drunkenly before the long slumber. ~Annalise
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