Category: Poetic Rambling
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To Be Poetry
When we find a place that calls our name like poetry where the lines become arrows piercing our very being. Where doubt cannot come, and freedom to be who we extend us a hand as if to say, "Come…
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French la Vie, Taking a Bath
Carry the tub outside. Under my arm, I will hold the champagne. Along the way wildflowers gathered, tossing them in the tub. Oh, those wisps of delight. Fill the tub with the garden hose Gunna, let it overflow…
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Burning Passion
Catching the light holding it reflecting a fire above flames burn crystal clear you have rendered me speechless, causing my heart to sing.
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Sitting Still
Sometimes sitting on the couch has benefits; the medicine of sitting still with oneself. *18th century Swedish canape, reupholstered in rough linen. Cushions are a mixture of silk, linen, and antique fabric.
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Broken Flowers
Porcelain Flowers With painted on petals. Yester years memories Broken Chipped and cracked, Wilted leaves, Blooms without any fragrance. Except in the hearts of those who…
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Take time to Smile
French Garden Bench. Hand made. The weekend is upon us. The time to relax is here. Come and sit down. Take a thought and a moment and time to be still. Smile for no reason. Look around you. Feel yourself…