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In the early morning before my house is awake a candle and a single lamp illuminate my writing space I struggle for words as I dump the contents of of my brain onto the pages of a tattered old journal that no one else will ever read In the silence of my room only the sound of an overhead fan whirring and moving air at invisible speed I wonder if I'm caught in the same pattern Around and around…

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I Am Not Nothing

I am not nothing although I often feel that I am I allow myself to be ignored, silenced, made invisible I am not nothing my voice silenced and shattered only made heard in pages of words, no one will see I am not nothing holding together my world like mortar, the mud sticky and strong, but hidden by facade I am not nothing I tell myself in the wee hours of morning When the pain of my…

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#Poetry #self-worth #worthiness

A Life, Re-imagined

If you had asked me two months ago how I saw my life in 5 years, I would probably have said it wouldn’t look much different than it does now. I planned to stay at my job until retirement, stay in my house, and travel occasionally. I wanted to get back to Europe at some point in the near future, and was even looking into a creative retreat this October, but that has all changed. A month and a…

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January

Snow falls, a momentary flurry, barely enough to notice. The sky turns bright blue, sun shining, as if it were a summer day. Life in the desert, micro-storms, high winds, bright sun and frigid air.

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#daily practice #desert #nature #Poetry #soji #winter

Aunt Ruby

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#daily practice #Poetry #rememberance #soji

First meeting

His ocean blue eyes, glisten, setting his gaze upon her. Reticent, she turns her eyes to meet his, shy and unassured. Just a moment, so long ago, but never forgotten.

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#daily practice #lost love #new love #Poetry #soji

Finding my words

For so many months my words have been buried deep within the muse calls from so very far away - a voice faintly heard today, I open the door, and let the words trickle out.

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Sijo

Sijo is a three-line poem dating back to fourteenth-century Korea. Each line has 14–16 syllables, for a total syllable count of 44–46. The oldest surviving sijo is often attributed to U T’ak (1262–1342): The spring breeze melted snow on the hills then quickly disappeared.I wish I could borrow it briefly to blow over my hairAnd melt away the aging frost forming now about my ears. Although I am…

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Lesson Ten: Places

I like new places. It is actually core to who I am that I like a frequent change of environment. I feel trapped and uninspired when I stay in one place too long. I haven’t figured out why I am so nomadic and gypsy-like. I don’t know if it’s just my personality or if there is a deeper psychological issue at play. I’ve always wanted adventure. As a child, I dreamed of far-off places; Italy,…

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#A Year of Writing to Uncover the Authentic Self #places #reflection #woman

Mourning

I feel as though I am in mourning but for what I cannot tell. Is it for my lost youth. The letting go of the notion of true, romantic love? Is it that I feel invisible in a sea of voices; obsolete in a society that devalues the very soul of who I am? Am I feeling the loss of my body betraying me with age? My mind, no longer agile as it once was. The aches in my hands as I hold this pen which…

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