It happened overnight
Flowers on tree branches
Scenting the air - Beautiful
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There's no money in poetry, but then there's no poetry in money, either.
-Robert Graves, poet and novelist (1895-1985)
-Robert Graves, poet and novelist (1895-1985)
My thoughts from here and there
Picked up and put down
Moved around
Some of them seem to
come from nowhere -
Others are carefully cultivated
Nurtured and cared for
until they grow
ready to share
A brightness from my heart
A gift -
A part of me.
Blog Archive
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2007
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July
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- My Internet is Down
- Numbers
- Windows
- My Closet
- When First We Meet
- On Being a Man?
- Have you ever noticed as you drive down the roadTh...
- Nature's Public Art
- Betty's Dancers
- My Solution
- A Mason’s Working Tools
- My Brother
- Biker Santa
- A Terrorist Organization?
- Cochise's Grandson
- A Mason’s Faith
- The Smile
- The Lady Deer
- The Crow Convention
- Wake Up Call
- Queenie
- The Return
- The Green Has Returned
- Dancin' The Slow Dance
- Overnight
- Advice
- Names
- If being a liberal means that:
- I Have No Doubt That
- 50's Sock Hop - 2005
- Most People
- Something New
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