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The Story Maple
Mabel is a must share for the world! Keeper of the stories.
Keeper of the truth.
ENJOY!
Harvest moon verse
Love this…
Wonderful rhythm like a love ballad. Brilliant!
Silhouettes of trees stand guard
Over dreams of nights lit by
A thousand fireflies rising
Crackling like a first fall fire
And the moon perched,
watching,
The scenes of acts played out
Of visions created in sleepless minds
And the body that often feels so tired
Moving through to touch
The earth
Gathering ashes to form
Castles of nothing.
I watch you come to me
Sweet moon on high you cast aside
Your robes of clouds
Naked for my eyes,
My thoughts to fantasize
Of similar nights
And words spoken
And those left unsaid.
I sleep beneath your eternal gaze
And wake to find the lavender pink
Filtered through a haze
Of this morning as she wakes
And I miss you in this moment
Yet know you shall return to find me waiting,
Spinning endless verse
On the beauty and gifts you bestow
To my heart and eternal soul
Left…
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Throwback Thursday – I am a Writer
Sometimes, I need to remember: I am a Writer. This summer I got to LIVE and BREATHE writing, and it nourished my soul. Yes, I remember soaking in the sunniness of it’s words and feeling it fill my body and created “I LIVE Poetry.” Each day, I lived poetically with music and photography and art and just noticing…and my friends, I must say, I had never been happier. I had to return to my job…which I love, but it IS a time sucker. Soon I was in a whirlwind of meetings and have tos, instead of I want tos…and literally writing almost came to a screeching halt. I pined for my artistic side to be fed…I remember noticing many things I wanted to sit and write about…but alas, my seat in the seat could not happen. The best part was I understood it was temporary…
Last night, I got to…
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The Monarch Butterfly and the Gypsy Moth – Wings of Love
Brilliant masterpiece! What a joyous read from beginning to end. Enjoy beautiful readers.
Autumn Smiles
My autumn smiles,
Fall on me,
in distant memories,
of pure gold and clear skies
poem and image copyright neha 2015
“Within You”
Reblogged on WordPress.com
Source: “Within You”
Flags, Peace and Pie Ala Mode Month
What fun interesting things about July Robin has here.
Take a peek!
July means so much to many people. It is serious, since it includes celebrating,
here in the United States, our Independence. It is exciting and fun, since this is
not June wedding- or graduation- time. Just put some food together and head
out to the beach, park, your backyard and enjoy a picnic. There are lots of
lightning bugs, mosquitoes and lovely flitting moths and fluttering butterflies
in the month of July.
Hip Hip Hooray for July!
Although each month’s post is created with more rhyme than reason, I will
throw in gardening ideas and quotations usually. This month I ‘discovered’
a man many may already have known, Siegfried Sassoon. This was a leading
poet of WWI period. He was born on September 8, 1886 in Heytesbury,
Wiltshire, England. He passed away on September 1, 1967 just a week before
his 81st birthday in Matfield, Kent, England.
Here is Siegfried…
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Daddy – Please Re-Remember
Missing you…whisper in my ear.
Maybe tomorrow
My daddy
You can somehow
Re-remember
How to form words
And you can tell
Me your stories again.
#fieryverse
Holding a Universe
What a beautiful tribute. Reminds me of my daddy who passed recently. I have his watch too…
(I hope you don’t mind me reblogging this.)
When he died, he left me his watch. “To remember our times together…” his note said. His second gift, I found in a small black satin bag, tied with silver ribbon. Inside… a single seed. “So you’ll always know what it feels like to hold a universe,” read the card…but I’ve gotten ahead of my story …he would have hated that.
I grew up with giant. A man I called, “Gi.” Walking on his feet, fluttering though his house, dancing on his toes and planting wildflower seeds in his gardens. “Be gentle” he would say, as we dropped the tiny seeds into the earth. “You’re holding a universe. If you plant it and nurture it’s life, it will give it’s life back to you and become the air you breathe and the food you eat…” In one life, he had been a farmer~ in my life, a Grandfather.
Now, every…
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Writing Wings For You 