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JOY . . . I am beautiful now
JOY . . . I am beautiful now
I have been searching
Old Woman
and I find her in mySelf
Daughters of Copper Woman, Ann Cameron
In case you haven’t noticed, I’m beautiful now, beautiful in ways I never was in callow youth … On fire now with the violet fire of soul speak, treading a lighter path with a brighter spirit. · Sparking pink tourmaline, green jade, amethyst. Blue sapphire flashing through the cloud of my being, shoot…
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Riding the Ebb-tides of Eternity, a poem . . . and your Wednesday Writing Prompt
Riding the Ebb-tides of Eternity, a poem . . . and your Wednesday Writing Prompt
“It is best as one grows older to strip oneself of possessions, to shed oneself downward like a tree, to be almost wholly earth before one dies.” Sylvia Townsend Warner, Lolly Willowes or the Loving Huntsman [recommended]
On May 28, 2014 our Group for people with life-threatening illnesses celebrated the lives of those who have already passed on. I was unable to attend the memorial service…
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Feeding joy and creativity with leisure time
Feeding joy and creativity with leisure time
Leisure
What is this life if, full of care, We have no time to stand and stare? — No time to stand beneath the boughs And stare as long as sheep or cows. No time to see, when woods we pass, Where squirrels hide their nuts in grass. No time to see, in broad daylight, Streams full of stars, like skies at night. No time to turn at Beauty’s glance, And watch her feet, how they can dance. No time…
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Brown Eyes .... Poems in Memory of My Father
Brown Eyes …. Poems in Memory of My Father
Hello, Nazim … Hello! After Nazim Hikmet What happiness that today I can be “open and confident” Though normally I would hide in the safety of feigned ignorance, feign joy, pretend that I can see my clear sky in spite of his clouds Respectfully, I provide the detail requested … The year is 2016 The month, January This the first Wednesday The hour is 6 a.m. now that i am getting to know you, now…
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the republic of innocence
the republic of innocence
no mendacity in the natural world, just an untamed grace in the meditative industry of ants, in the peaceable company of small creatures going about the business of food finding and mating and homemaking in the loam of this province, the republic of innocence here is the satisfying beauty of sunrise, of jacaranda as she paints joy on a blue dawn; robin with russet-hued breast hunts for worms, her…
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The Sixth Mass Extinction, a poem
The Sixth Mass Extinction, a poem
THE SIXTH MASS EXTINCTION the ghosts of our parents search vainly for wildflowers near the beach at Big Sur they were deaf to the threat in thunder, but we were struck by lightning, heaved in the rain and waves and the overflow from the melting ice the computers went down their screens black as the wicked water, in whirling chaos they morphed into drums every fetus turned in the womb, the men…
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Mrs. G, a poem . . . and your Wednesday Writing Prompt
Mrs. G, a poem . . . and your Wednesday Writing Prompt
at sunrise with its schmears of cream cheese clouds against the quince-colored morning light, Mrs. Goldberg is out of bed ~ a military tactician in war-time, no dust-bunny is safe, every grease spot is enzyme-bombed, the wash thrashed by machine, then hung or folded, put in place, her windows wiped, her floors scrubbed and woe betide wee crawling creatures, so intent is Mrs. G on genocide © 2016,…
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Out of the Womb of Time, a poem
Out of the Womb of Time, a poem
Photograph courtesy of Graham Holtshausen, Unsplash
“Most species do their own evolving, making it up as they go along, which is the way Nature intended. And this is all very natural and organic and in tune with mysterious cycles of the cosmos, which believes that there’s nothing like millions of years of really frustrating trial and error to give a species moral fiber and, in some cases,…
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