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Sometimes A Wilderness
For NaPoWriMo: Day 20 http://1sojournal.wordpresss.com wild, easy, graceless, hands, same, unkind For Six For Wednesday http://sundaywhirl.wordpress.com strips, tight, drums, grave, signs, shattering Sometimes A Wilderness Haven’t visited your grave in a long time. Isn’t meant as an unkindness. No longer … Continue reading
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Tagged grief, mother, NaPoWriMo, poem a day, Poetry prompt, Rolling Stones, The Sunday Whirl, Wild Horses
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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
Each Night
Am thinking that this might be my season for Mythology. First Lilith, now Percival. But, I had help from S.L. Corsua http://unguarded–utterance.blogspot.com/ I love that when it happens and thank her for continuing inspiration. Each Night Like Percival, Pure … Continue reading
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Tagged angels, armor, awaken, crossed palms, Grail, mother, Mythology, Percival, poem, Pure Fool, silent alarm, threshold
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Standing In The Gap
Standing In The Gap Canyon is a gap between two earthen faces. Would take a scientist to explain how time’s erosion and liquid life flowing, separated common ground once held by two stone faces. There is a gap between … Continue reading
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Tagged abstract, between faces, canyon, daughter, desire, experience, father, feelings, free-form, friend, gaps, god, mother, physical faces, poem, son, spaces, Standing In The Gap, theory, tilting at windmills, wish, writing poetry
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Soul's Music 