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Can't Put the Pen Down. Just as if I was in my write mind…. Archive for the tag “poets”. What I’ve Learned of Love. Foolish poets speak of love. Foolish lovers quote the poets. They pine and swoon and long for love. Till someone else deigns to bestow it. Poet, lover, both aspire to. Lose themselves in someone’s eyes. Aspire to give their heart away. As if it were some tawdry prize. I’ve been loved and have loved also,. And what I’ve come to understand. Is two can’t become one unless. The forest was saved.
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Can't Put the Pen Down. Just as if I was in my write mind…. Archive for the tag “save”. A New Poem for the Trees (Han Shan Conundrum – Part 2). I wrote a poem to save trees. A Han Shan poem to dangle like a leaf. In an endangered forest. The forest was saved. And now you want to rehang it but don’t you see? It would be like trying to re-attach a fallen leaf to a tree. The life force disconnected, it could only be a sad thing,. Instead we should be writing a new poem,. A poem to the trees. Oh, To Be.
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A New Poem Every Morning #2 | Can't Put the Pen Down
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Can't Put the Pen Down. Just as if I was in my write mind…. Archive for the category “A New Poem Every Morning #2”. Does the scent of the rose garden, aflutter. With wayward petals,. Waft through your open door? Does it bring back memories of wild roses in June? You stand silent in the historical village,. A transplanted log cabin complete with furnishings,. A lonely anachronism waiting. For familiar footsteps at the back door. Few tourists will climb your steep stairs. Ghosts may linger in this house.
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Han Shan poetry project | Can't Put the Pen Down
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Can't Put the Pen Down. Just as if I was in my write mind…. Archive for the tag “Han Shan poetry project”. A New Poem for the Trees (Han Shan Conundrum – Part 2). I wrote a poem to save trees. A Han Shan poem to dangle like a leaf. In an endangered forest. The forest was saved. And now you want to rehang it but don’t you see? It would be like trying to re-attach a fallen leaf to a tree. The life force disconnected, it could only be a sad thing,. Instead we should be writing a new poem,. I appreciate your...
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Can't Put the Pen Down. Just as if I was in my write mind…. Archive for the tag “friendship”. The Road to Somewhere. The road to Nowhere. Is paved with good intentions. Not Hell, but Nowhere. Nowhere is a spot. On the side of the road where. Hope ran out of gas. Don’t blame intentions,. They’re only a starting point. Next time bring a map. Bring along a friend. Travel roads paved with laughter;. They lead to Somewhere. Posted in A New Poem Every Morning #2. It’s a sweet clover year he said. Posted in A N...
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Can't Put the Pen Down. Just as if I was in my write mind…. Archive for the tag “intentions”. The Road to Somewhere. The road to Nowhere. Is paved with good intentions. Not Hell, but Nowhere. Nowhere is a spot. On the side of the road where. Hope ran out of gas. Don’t blame intentions,. They’re only a starting point. Next time bring a map. Bring along a friend. Travel roads paved with laughter;. They lead to Somewhere. Posted in A New Poem Every Morning #2. Some Old Sayings Are Just Wrong. Oh, To Be.
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A New Poem for the Trees (Han Shan Conundrum – Part 2) | Can't Put the Pen Down
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Can't Put the Pen Down. Just as if I was in my write mind…. A New Poem for the Trees (Han Shan Conundrum – Part 2). I wrote a poem to save trees. A Han Shan poem to dangle like a leaf. In an endangered forest. The forest was saved. And now you want to rehang it but don’t you see? It would be like trying to re-attach a fallen leaf to a tree. The life force disconnected, it could only be a sad thing,. Instead we should be writing a new poem,. A poem to the trees. A poem to the people, all the people,.
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Can't Put the Pen Down. Just as if I was in my write mind…. Turning Out the Pockets of my Mind. I also like to take pictures and play…. Emergence in Indigo L Studley. 8220;Shelide’s Gift” pen and ink by L. Studley. Leave a Reply Cancel reply. Enter your comment here. Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:. Address never made public). You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. ( Log Out. You are commenting using your Twitter account. ( Log Out. Notify me of new comments via email.
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Poetry | Can't Put the Pen Down
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Can't Put the Pen Down. Just as if I was in my write mind…. Archive for the category “Poetry”. Oh, To Be. Oh, to be a nomad and walk away. Without a backward glance. Knowing home is not a place on a map. But a tent I pitch over my heart, wherever I roam. Oh, to be a gypsy and ride away,. Heart dancing ahead, beckoning me onward. All that I need I carry with me,. It is a peace desire could never bring. Oh, to be a traveller and drive away. With a soul big enough to encompass all. Oh, to be. How did they l...
