Tag Archives: past

On Being a Tree

That little bird is not a bird, but a fully grown woman, who often sat quietly dreaming of whatever she might become. Remembers a time in past when she called herself “a sister to trees, and a maker of stones.” … Continue reading

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In Present Moments

For The Sunday Whirl – Whirl #323 https://sundaywhirl.wordpress.com/ and Poets United: Poetry Pantry #376 http://poetryblogroll.blogspot.com/ In Present Moments No longer limber enough to walk shoreline. Sigh at my inability to toss a pebble into cold morning mist, or hear the … Continue reading

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April PAD Challenge: Day 26

Choices There are those who, in a surreal sort of manner, would postulate that if one should ever come face to face with self, those two selves would instantly disappear, become forever non-existent, negating past, present, and all future possibilities. … Continue reading

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For The Sunday Whirligig: Whirligig #212 http://sundayswhirligig.blogspot.com/ tremulous, customs, wander, holds, separate, love, forgotten, traditional, architecture, woman, city, remember Tremulous Woman alone, standing between two separate architectures. Doric columns of past, remembered loves held in cardboard boxes stacked shoulder-high in … Continue reading

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For The Sunday Whirl: Wordle #58 http://sundaywhirl.wordpress.com/ Resistance Realized past might become burnished barnacles adhering to hull of existence, refusing to be scraped away. Constant burring blur of flinty tongue drenched in familiar vitriol, brittle squeal of thick stiff chalk … Continue reading

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What Used To Be

For Sunday Whirl: Wordle #25 http://sundaywhirl.wordpress.com/ What Used To Be In bright morning sunlight, rambunctious swallows swoop, seemingly waltz¬†above ballroom-sized pond. In distance, a bell tolls, rolling over fallow garden that now only grows obsolete tractor and automobile parts. Lone … Continue reading

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The String

¬† The String You don’t remember and I can’t forget. First time we met invisible string unraveled between us tying us one to another. They came to tell me you were gone, disappeared leaving only hollow space, empty place where … Continue reading

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