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Of maidens, mothers, and crones; a life in poetry, unfinished

Queer mother, midwife, poet, lover of ideas; finally throwing some words to the wind. My poems deal with sexuality, divorce (yes, the lesbian kind), mid-life transitions, midwifery, and anything else that strikes my fancy. Occasional strong language and content not suitable for children. From time to time I also scribble in my non-poetry blog: talesfromthequeerside.wordpress.com.

Her

June 25, 2016June 25, 2016 ~ 1SageFemme

The lake smells ripe today
Sweet and rotting
Dead and reborn in this heat,
Gulls crying for scraps
White fluff like summer snow
Swirling
Dancing with eddies of sand
Sailboats, kite surfers
Awaiting the breeze
Laughter through the trees
Remind me of her

1Sagefemme All Rights Reserved 2016

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Karen Lee Kleis says:

June 25, 2016 at 6:42 pm

I can smell it, too. Vivid and emotional.

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1. 1SageFemme says:
  
  June 25, 2016 at 6:47 pm
  
  Thank you Karen!
  
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tmezpoetry says:

June 25, 2016 at 6:11 pm

Lingering lines in the images, nice one Sage.

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1. 1SageFemme says:
  
  June 25, 2016 at 6:19 pm
  
  Thanks Tammy:)
  
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  1. tmezpoetry says:
    
    June 25, 2016 at 6:48 pm
    
    Yw hun
    
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