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Times Such As These
I lock up the room after filing the last remnants of words laying about unattended. Fearful that pieces of my heart may be found scattered among them. And why not? Times such as these leave us with little salve to heal the open wounds which once were hearts. For whom do we weep? The children…
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time’s past
crystal chimes strike porcelain ears, seizing time from memories, past. the music heard from times’ near past, tangles in the wind of muted sound; and we live again.
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Everlasting Memories
Beginning with this post, I will be featuring poetry I have used over the years in hand crafted Christmas cards. Many of my readers might recognize a line or two from years past. I wish to add my voice to the season to bring forth memories to be refreshed for new readers and also those…
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Kiss The Moon Arrives!
I am pleased to do this post because today we picked up the books, Kiss The Moon, A Woman Speaks And Gives Grace, from the printers and this weekend I will package and send out those that have been ordered. And for the readers in England who have wished for my books, I will be…
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My Wall Quilts For Sale
When I work with the quilted wall hangings, I find refreshment pouring intome. And as the hand glances on the quilting, I hope that the new owners of these quilts will find that they refresh them also; bringing forth old memories and making new ones for the young. They ask to be touched and I hope the ones…
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More Nuggets
The hand laying featherlight makes the deepest impression. Prejudices are sweet comfort food. Where you are not is where the grass is greener. Ambition takes on the sharpness of a double edged sword. Words spoken at the wrong time or words not spoken at the right time will maim as surely as an arrow straight…
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A Deep Drink
As the evergreens drink deeply in preparation for the long winter, I, too, turn to portions of my Self already stated and prepare. The journey for both is through dry country. The oasis will not be found except within. I carry the water to the evergreens as mine , too, is carried to me. As…
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No Comfort
I don’t as a rule write of personal feelings, though for those who read my work, they would argue that my feelings are evident. I wish to comment on a favorite blogger whose site is Full Moon Fiber Art.com. She is Maria Wulf and she posted Loving Rocky. It is a big decision she and…
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The Weight Of Words
There are words not in fashion these days. The words are so old they are perhaps Victorian. Words like honor and commitment. When these words are used by someone who truly understands the weight of words, there is a time of hesitation, of expectancy and a heart stopping moment that puts the word into a…
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The Housekeeper
[twocol_one] [/twocol_one] [twocol_one_last] There bellows a wind around the turrets of the mind’s house, ripping under gutters, sweeping under eaves, leaving no residue. Clean, chaste as the sweet wind, stands she exalted. Prudently swiping at corners to eliminate even the shadow of contamination on her brother’s name. In good time, in due time, the world…
