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The Fairyland Was Real. . . .
This time you will mentally shape the thoughts for this poem. You will remember the child you were at heart and the times when the world became a fairyland. We all have these memories and we take them out when the world becomes brittle and sharp. With these memories, few that they are, it becomes…
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Simple sums. . .Bread for the Day. . .
Simple Sums. . . Bread for the Day. . . . It seems the length of our lives is directly connected to our unresolves. ***** To find beauty in the doing, puts even the most menial task in the position of praising life. ***** Skirmishes, both large and small, are always grist for someone’s…
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Shared Silence
Shared Silence In rereading a journal entry of many years ago I wrote with little editing, ‘that my husband of more than a half century went out the door this morning with little communication. Though there was little talk, there was a communion of shared history in the house. I think that has replaced talking,…
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In Thanksgiving. . .Because it is. . .
Sometimes I look upon past work and see a new perspective, a new meaning. And sometimes I cannot remember the person I was who wrote the poem or prose. It is someone who has made up a portion of who I am and I bring her to the work I read today. And I am…
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With Knees Bent. . . .
With Knees Bent. . . . There are those who have learned the ways of the world but neglected to learn the lessons that might have led to the same conclusions with understanding. ***** In the midst of agonies, there is the absurdity. But to carry the absurdity past its point, belabors it. *****…
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Mind Benders. . . .
I consider it fun doing research and often I come upon something that deserves more thought. With the quote comes more research about what the author meant. I call them mind benders. It is about discovering what meaning it has given to my life. The following are simple but a storehouse of depth within. Mind…
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A Convocation of Saints . . .
Not Fun and Games. . .but in communion . . My eldest in a conversation at one time spoke of the torture of those given knowledge in the inner journey. He said there was no one with whom to share what has been given so they drag in nobility aspects of it. He was…
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There Is A Balance. . . lest we forget. . . .
Too late we learn life holds the sharpest knife. Cutting the loaf accordingly and with compassion passes the butter. Retribution for whatever deeds is a commonplace happening but there will always be those who think that the die is not cast by them. They are and always have been. That the intricasies of complex…
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She Went To The Wedding. . . .
Emma E. with her Grandfather Hallissey So She Went To The Wedding. . . It was an evening affair. Black and white attire requested if possible and Emma E. complied. With a flower in her hair. It was a union of hearts and arms resting about each other all evening. An uncle was married…
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Forever Is Happening Now. . .
The miracle of life is that though we all hold different perspectives on everything, each of us, beast or human, we seem to hold an anchoring desire which is survival. And that desire somehow is enough to keep us afloat for however long. When we fail, we all fail and go down the tube together. …