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Daily Archives: February 9, 2016
Poetry Dispensers
She applied his poetry like a salve… But he complained, “It’s a stick to poke giants, stir potions – and you think it’s medicine.” She let out a held breath blowing the dust off … Continue reading
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Murmuration of Starlings (#25wtT)
We writers who tremble to look up from our notepads Lest we miss, in everlasting flowing words, our beholding of the murmuration of morning birds. tis nothing if not heardEmailTwitterFacebook0PrintGoogle
Juxtapostion of Muse and Poet
A muse is not a person, but a condition between friends. So goes inspiration. We just write down the poems that other says into us. tis nothing if not heardEmailTwitterFacebook0PrintGoogle
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Distant Heart, Distant Mind
If my expressions are not believable, Which of us has the unbelieving mind? You cannot see something clearly, when you look with a distant heart. tis nothing if not heardEmailTwitterFacebook0PrintGoogle
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Love’s Jurisprudence (#25wtT)
When two beloveds meet – as the mindful jurisprudence within each commences, Thus begins the disenfranchisement Of a mind that’s fearful of their hearts outcome. tis nothing if not heardEmailTwitterFacebook0PrintGoogle
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Who Stays, Who Leaves
So long as we hide within the shadows of our own abode, the heart is never empty, the heart is never full. And so all visitors eventually leave seeking their own light; all the while they missing yours, you missing … Continue reading
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