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Footprints
NaPoWriMo 2020: Day 22 Know much of anger and its bubbling cauldron of rage that can leave ugly gouges in surrounding landscape that might last for ages. Scars of rock hard substance where fields of fragrant wild flowers once grew. … Continue reading
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Tagged anger, cauldron, flowers, gouges, life, memories, rage, scars, wild creatures
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Adrift
NaPoWriMo 2019 – Day 28 Adrift Two ships passing. Murmuring memories, whispers of past lives adrift in waves of moving water. Elizabeth Crawford 4/28/2019 Process Notes: Sherry wrote to an interesting prompt yesterday and it did two things. Made me … Continue reading
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Tagged Canada Goose, memories, murmur, Pelican, two ships, waves, whispers
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Just An Image
NaPoWriMo 2019 – Day 13 Just An Image What does one say of an image like this, presented as a gift filled with a lifetime of meanings? Memories explode like wings unfolded with fierce focus of singular intent and purpose. … Continue reading
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Tagged hawk, meanings, memories, sketch, surrendered, totem, trust
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April PAD Challenge: Day 9
For Sunday Whirl: Wordle #294 http://sundaywhirl.wordpress.com slack, can, undo, cheer, single, vent, handle, strap, shell, line, trim, grin For Sunday’s Whirligig: Wordle #107 http://sundayswhirligig.blogspot.com/ noon, stone, scene, waited, desert, flute, farther, hard, panting, without, elbows, could Poets United: Poetry Pantry … Continue reading
Once Upon A Mercy
For NaPoWriMo: Day 9 http://1sojournal.wordpress.com Once Upon A Mercy After completely ripping apart seams of relationship… Ten long years of empty silence. Phone rings… Hello? “You probably don’t know who this is…” I’d recognize your voice, anytime… “Well, … Continue reading
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Tagged laughter, memories, mercy, Mercy Street, NaPoWriMo, Peter Gabriel, phone call, poem a day, relationship, silence
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Mythopoesis 23 – Continuing The Journey
For NaPoWriMo Day 23 Continuing The Journey Although he had left the small market town behind him, he’d encountered no one in the days that followed. Yet, was more than content with his thoughts and companionship of birds, their songs, … Continue reading
The Art of Active Meditation
For the Sunday Whirl writing prompt: Wordle #198 http://sundaywhirl.wordpress.com/ instill, fill, burst, tumble, glass, sound, clown, fleece, another, wound, emit, seal And for Poets United: Poetry Pantry #238 http://poetryblogroll.blogspot.com/ Art of Active Meditation Forgot how the colors can instill a burst of … Continue reading
No Age Limitations
For 1sojournal Poetry Prompt #13: Day 13 http://1sojournal.wordpress.com/ age, anything, flannel, rare, devoid, jelly, reincarnation, defend, ripple, weeds And for The Sunday Whirl poetry prompt: Wordle # 156 http://sundaywhirl.wordpress.com/ swear, turns, chant, porcelain, limbo, wrists, tumble, papers, gaudy, briefly, deeply, … Continue reading
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Tagged 1sojournal, age, all ages, emotions, meaningless, memories, poetry prompts, The Sunday Whirl, wordle
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In Loving Memory
Denise M. Janikowski-Krewal October 1959-February 2014 You were a bright light in my late life career as a free-lance teacher. Reached out and responded with a swift, active mind to whatever climb I requested. Bequeathing your Spotted Overcoat to a … Continue reading
Hand Me Down Lines
For We Write Poems poetry prompt: Kaleidoscope Poem http://wewritepoems.wordpress.com/ Hand Me Down Lines My mother is a faraway look, a girl in a photo, returning to me with centipedes and spiders. My hands and words unskilled in consolation and so … Continue reading
Soul's Music 