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About Individuality

We are told quite often that we must become our own person. That singularindividual that only we may become. But what of those days when we simplydon’t wish to be alone? Does that wish somehow diminish the tone of the … Continue reading

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Singular Moment

bloom joy flex overcome moon reflect loon tense wrinkle time present face For the Sunday Whirl: wordle #473 https://sundaywhirl.wordpress.com/ In this present but tense wrinkle of time, bloom of moon’s reflection overcomes face of dark waters, and call of a … Continue reading

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Finding Home

Recalls that night alone again, she reached out to the star filled darkness, asking how one alone might possibly find home. How the stars seemed to brighten, lighting dark sky with small twinkles of moving brightness. Something unseen gently tapping … Continue reading

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The Busyness of It All

NaPoWriMo 2020: Day 28 We all once had regular routines. Constantly busy running here and there filling our hours with activities that sometimes even allowed us to feel useful. But now we’ve been told we must sit alone, draw a … Continue reading

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Secret Garden

NaPoWriMo 2020: Day 20 Yes, I own the art of being alone. Took years to hone definition of Hermit. Am far more at ease with self than with others. Occasionally have guests, but more than one at a time is … Continue reading

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NaPoWriMo 2020: Day 8  Trapped inside a world unknown. That one inside of self alone. Undefined because of busyness of doing, rather than of being. Sit still and breathe in deeply. Feel air filling your lungs. Hold it there for  … Continue reading

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Mythopoesis 13 – Meanwhile In The Valley Interlude

For NaPoWriMo Day 13 Meanwhile, In The Valley Interlude Just as he always does, the man rises before dawn, dresses, and walks down to the river to greet the sunrise. Closes his eyes and listens for the music. Slowly it … Continue reading

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Loving To Live

  For We Write Poems prompt  Love http://wewritepoems.wordpress.com/ Note: Am trying different poetic forms. This is called a Blitz poem. It is structured in 50 lines of short verses with repeats. The ending lines are dictated by words from specific … Continue reading

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“Better The Bogeyman You Know…”

The word swampland  is borrowed from a man I have never met, but certainly would love to sit down to coffee and a long chat with (even though I don’t drink coffee, I would if that were the only ticket). … Continue reading

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In Way Of The Hawk

In The Way of The Hawk Remember the first time I realized I might never again feel the weight of a man resting against me.  Loss, sharp and heavy rising from belly to chest, expanding until ribs might crack. On … Continue reading

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