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First daffodils of spring blow and bend east and north with crisp winter winds bracing yellow petal hands against chilled sunshine faces smiling D R A W P U
Always upward towards a warming sun that sneaks bravely through clouds that just this morning dusted meadows with white [...] This beautiful photograph is from Vox Poetica - an amazing website for poets and writers. Click on Vox Poetica and you will be transported directly there. Little sister dear, little sister Listen to my stories of Alice and Dorothy Of Ruth and Naomi Countless heroines Women of honor, of grace Of beautiful eyes and wondrous hearts Who [...] Denim blues on fences painted Jackalope Fences ©1996 by Joshua Liberman Ready for a party of skulls & wooden angels Hung on nails, left to wither… Adorn the roadside where we stop to buy chilies and beer Just past the right turn of the Rio Grande. Purple blue mountain ranges divide horizons Pointing North [...] I cried for you last night I cried for me For the little girl I saw in you Who was me And all the little girls That have come and gone The little ones who will be Tears for those who didn’t receive What they needed or wanted When they needed her Or wanted her [...] there is this place 85718 i go where no one follows not even you a treasure that i keep for only me this place is mine that part of me i keep for talks with God and souls there is this place i go you can see it in my eyes far away as [...] feelings envelop me in multiple shades of gray all tangled with pleasure and pain can’t seem to detach your thoughts your feelings from my own our souls entangled your dreams with mine entwined imperceptibly like bodies that have lain together so many nights they’ve memorized each other’s curves and edges as if by heart never [...] He sings… In the middle of the morning For no apparent reason I can fathom He must be happy So it would seem To those of us who hide in cubicles Completing joyless tasks Bitching and moaning About nothing or less. What wonder…
I paint in hues of wedgwood dust On a canvas of sandy beaches Freshly packed by gentle waves Under sunlit skies of gold and tangerine.
I paint in shades of ochre dim Of turned earth, wet with polka-dotted rain [...] She made sponge cake Dough rising Like joy in the afternoon With smells of flour, eggs, sugar Lemons, oranges Apple cake always with cinnamon Honey, raisins, nuts, and vanilla. And luscious potato kugel With onions chopped so fine they were invisible. There was always food for strangers or dogs I would bring home. Travels of a [...] |
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