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Creatively Written: November 2009
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Monday, November 30, 2009. I have written so few words to the one I love, for the one I love, for I have not loved like I might have. Alice chased the white rabbit, I chase the illusion of. Happiness, happiness, happiness. It exists, so I've been told, the bundle of mature emotion, immature impulsiveness, the words which are. Spoken as the anthem of the living, the silence of the dead. How can I long for the world to reorder, to turn back the clock, to disappear into the endlessness of. You monkeys, awake.
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Creatively Written: September 2009
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Sunday, September 20, 2009. Standing in one place the eternities stare,. An eternity, as sand pulling away from the dune,. Pulling away from the dune. How indifferent the wind that plays with the shifting sand,. Asking more and more. Until the sand is blown away. Piled behind a wall. As indifferent as the wind once was. Blow as it may. The wind cannot pass, but is turned aside. Saturday, September 19, 2009. Hauntingly beautiful sound,. Clatter, clatter,. A call to decide. Friday, September 11, 2009.
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Creatively Written: August 2009
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Friday, August 28, 2009. There is no reason,. It just happened to begin that way,. A shivering of fantasies up my spine and down again. So sly, a glance between moments. Eyes that linger, savour, caress. Pinpoint the attraction, I cannot. Fill in the meaning between the lines,. Brush against me, scent of sanity,. Taste the sweetness upon my lips. Flowing freedom of silence,. Does it mean anything to you? The darkness and the moon,. Snuff out the meaning, an illusion. Risk everything upon the vision,.
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Creatively Written: February 2009
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Saturday, February 28, 2009. This was inspired by Charles Dickens "A Tale of Two Cities). New faces, new places, they travel each day, searching for redemption, revival, anything. They have left the land of no hope, for that city upon a hill, they have left, they have left with a will. Yet the hunger it lay in the streets, yes the hunger lay in the streets. Onward citizens, onward, search for the elusive medal, nugget, hope, hope! Faces of gaunt children, and balding men, hair receding hope retreating.
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A Voice on Fleming Road: October 2009
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A Voice on Fleming Road. Saturday, October 24, 2009. Bonsoir Tout Le Monde. Ciao and stay blessed. Links to this post. Monday, October 5, 2009. Worship is the answer. Wow, I've just been blessed by one of my sisters-in-law who greatly uplifted my spirits and shared an awesome testimony. Here's something she said . a lovely insight. A big amen to that and you all have a wonderful week! Links to this post. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). Bonsoir Tout Le Monde. Worship is the answer. Be blessed as you tune in .
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A Voice on Fleming Road: A Poem
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A Voice on Fleming Road. Sunday, July 11, 2010. For some reason, yet unknown, a title for this piece has failed to surface. These words came to me sometime in Dec 2009 and I still haven't fully determined the poem's meaning to me. I hope you enjoy it and discover your own interpretation. Pulse of the earth. Dance of the world. I love this Lilly! It evokes the dance of life for me and the eternal circle. Very evocative! July 22, 2010 at 5:55 PM. Liking this a lot, Lil. x. August 30, 2010 at 6:49 AM. A mer...
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Creatively Written: Royalty
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Thursday, July 3, 2014. Bruised but not broken. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). A man goes far to find out what he is - Death of the self in a long, tearless night, All natural shapes blazing unnatural light." Roethke. An Old Poem of Longing. Spinning, flying, dreaming. Link to my blog "Schooling Our Thoughts". A Writers Tips on Writing. The Works of Henry David Thoreau. Learn Techspeak Through MIT for Free. The pure, the beautiful, the bright,. That stirred our hearts in youth;. Sarah Doudney, 1843.
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Creatively Written: October 2009
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Friday, October 30, 2009. For love of Fall. The wind, a breeze. Through the hazy afternoon. The scent of autumnal bonfires. The dying embers of the summer sun. Warming the top of your head. A part of the dancing leaves. Saturday, October 17, 2009. Fagots eat at my heart. Tell me you forgive me. Wednesday, October 14, 2009. Westward the wind blows. Heaven lies shaking in repose. Yet all was well at day break. Wishes lies were true. Hasten send forth the pew. Yaweh will judge you now. I remember that day,.
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A Voice on Fleming Road: July 2010
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A Voice on Fleming Road. Sunday, July 11, 2010. This marks the Equator line. That divides the earth into north and south, Democratic Republic of Congo 2010. In 2004, I was in Ghana at the Meridian line. Which divides the earth into eastern and western hemispheres. Next, I guess I shall plan to visit the Tropics of Cancer and Capricorn - smile. Here are other photos taken on the same trip. . . Links to this post. Pulse of the earth. Dance of the world. Links to this post. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). I am ...
