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Sunday, February 10, 2008

Dear Daffodils

bathe me in splendid daffodils caress my mind with silken petals flood my winter weary soul with your quinoline yellow radiance ignite my being such that it will burst forth with magnitude and grace to awaken with eyes anew each day humbled by creation and mother earth Sign in to see full entry.

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Saturday, February 9, 2008

Monument

see my skull lying there devoid of flesh free from beckoning desires and persecution outside of time and space recycled back to nature truly not a morbid thought rather a soul's liberation perhaps i'll strike up a conversation with thoreau, or better yet walt whitman we'll stroll the hills awhile... Sign in to see full entry.

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Metamorphosing Demons

A raging maelstrom of wicked turbulence uprooted my house lungs screaming for air nails scratching on slate knees sinking deeper into the mire Face to face with the ominous monster I recoiled Could there be anything more repulsive than its noxious breath and suffocating presence? In desperation I... Sign in to see full entry.

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Every Moment

every moment is a poem chrysalis like the hidden power of one seed as illusive as a hummingbird's breath as mysterious as how people fall in love why we all have to die one day when the seasons change a fleeting rainbow in the rain sometimes we catch a whiff of it and we quickly jot something down... Sign in to see full entry.

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RWB

my daughters tease me about "my" red-winged blackbird he arrives after the first sighting of robins when i first spot him in his favorite tree that splash of crimson red causes my heart to flutter he holds a special place in my memories for me, he is Spring Eternal the promise and reassurance of... Sign in to see full entry.

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Thursday, February 7, 2008

Your Kisses

your kisses are never wasted each one an imprint on my soul linking us together as we spiral further into eternity our joining propels me deeper into realms of unspoken beauty purest truth unfathomable bliss in gratitude i fall to my knees in prayers of thankfulness for You Sign in to see full entry.

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Miss Lorna

A shining star so full of grace who set the gold standard with a smiling face Her nursing was given with meticulous care over twenty-two years no one did compare to her infinite energy and tender-loving ways she taught us what mattered compassion for all days Master Jack and Miss Muffet were friends... Sign in to see full entry.

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I Saw a Robin on St. Patrick's Day

I saw a robin on St. Patrick's Day it filled my heart with rapture their arrival signals the last days of winter our frigid prison sentence almost over Soon we'll crawl out from our caves of hibernation to stretch and marvel and stare at luscious red tulips and proud daffodils even baby weeds entice... Sign in to see full entry.

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When the Daffodils Bloom

When the daffodils bloom on Nora's hill it means spring is truly here despite the robin's arrival one month ago Spring likes to coax and tease a few tendrils of new green leaves here a splash of royal purple crocuses there the freshness in the air more sunlight washes over you in the morning Folks... Sign in to see full entry.

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Tuesday, January 29, 2008

Thimble Islands

this string of islands lies close to the coast like an emerald necklace seen from shore wooded with a house or two we landlubbers dream what it must be like to live surrounded by water on all sides a life of isolation or independence from humanity the ultimate camp-out to restock the pantry you must... Sign in to see full entry.

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