Tag: writing
group name: prosegazebo
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November 21, 2007 10:48 AM EST --
Tempera men tal " Men "
I realized my predica men t when my mind com men ced with worri men t.
I've thought of all sorts of men , from cattle men with taut abdo men s to . . . more
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November 15, 2007 04:42 PM EST --
'You have chosen me from low estate to be your queen and companion, far beyond my desert or desire; if, then, you found me worthy of such honor, . . . more
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July 13, 2008 09:38 PM EDT --
Our ancestors sing
within us we hear their truth
to brighten our path.
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June 26, 2008 05:26 PM EDT --
Despite the fact leaves are parched,
Silvery fronds decide to dance--
Stretching in symphonies of slenderness.
Until one with a tail by chance,
Betrayed without tenderness,
Dared to . . . more
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July 14, 2008 11:37 AM EDT --
Great Owl
The rain has stopped.
Southwesterly winds howl throughout the night;
But I've preened myself to go out into the darkness.
My large . . . more
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January 13, 2008 08:49 PM EST --
What is the matter with me?
I can't think, can't commit
to
writing words that
elude me.
There, just on the other side
do you see?
A glimmer of internal thought,
perhaps . . . more
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January 04, 2008 09:38 PM EST --
Sacred Cycle
Searching the dry bed
Oaths and offerings ignored
Turquoise blue treasured
Firelight casts dancing trance
Beat the earth with dripping sweat
Sweep the . . . more
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May 24, 2008 03:55 PM EDT --
Silent river flows along mossy banks
just as it did many years ago
when I was a little girl;
The picnic table still stands,
wood rotting away as if from a slow cancer, . . . more
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June 08, 2008 04:16 PM EDT --
So many times
she would pray
for a touch
a tear
a sign
she was alive,
and
so . . . more
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July 15, 2008 12:15 PM EDT --
I brush crumbs to the floor
to make way for paper and pen,
wondering why
I'm left with the remains
of someone's late night sandwich
when all I want to do is
. . . more
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July 10, 2008 12:38 PM EDT --
Green path--
bamboo garden
offering still moments,
verdant thoughts nourishing the soul
to peace.
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May 15, 2008 11:25 AM EDT --
I pricked my finger
for the hundreth time today
. . . more
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May 16, 2008 11:01 AM EDT --
I have nothing that is truly mine
other than the words I pen;
They cannot be stolen, and if ever lost,
I know they are somewhere inside;
Imperfect . . . more
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June 05, 2008 08:08 AM EDT --
May the light guide you,
infuse your being,
calm your fears,
guide you through the storm;
May joyful days find you,
filling you with laughter,
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June 09, 2008 12:02 PM EDT --
What is it about fear
that causes us to hold it close like a lover?
We embrace it,
trust it, let it ingrain our very beings
until we are paralyzed,
and in that inability to move,
we feel safe. . . . more
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June 13, 2008 11:05 AM EDT --
Time is precious,
not to be wasted;
Life is sweet,
meant to be tasted;
Why wither away
our moments?
The time for living is now!
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October 04, 2007 02:37 AM EDT --
lemon grass and willows
shifting in your summer
breeze,
all the times you sift my mind,
are you ever coming back to me?
days awake and hollow
your scent corrodes . . . more
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May 20, 2008 06:20 AM EDT --
Your Breath
fills me;
. . . more
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July 27, 2008 05:33 PM EDT --
A lop-sided moon
Shows its pock-marked face,
Smirking in a sky bereft of cloud.
While winter trees stretch,
Twisting their limbs toward the sky,
Lifting their last blood dried leaves in silence, . . . more
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August 07, 2008 09:57 AM EDT --
find myself,
too ready.
so ripe, but to burst,
drooling
nectar
swollen sauce
hoping to intoxicate.
falling to(wards) you
r hand
with out . . . more
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