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Harvesting Wisdom

November 30, 2019

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Collections From Breathing

A simple breath, the bubble forms

then floats in search of things adored

keen awareness, filling bareness

collections placed and interlaced

a meaning soon restored.

CD-W ©

She dipped below an ocean wave

And gave with grace a treasure saved

of centuries old, its story told

seasons more to yet unfold

A single pearl unscathed.

From Collections from Breathing – a WIP book of poetry

February 6, 2019

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Ideas Ensnared, Beware

Forgive me if I’m buggin’

and I do a little pluggin’

But I’ve got a bit of news I’d like to share

You see, the inspiration

Came from grandkids fine donation

Of ideas of which they planted I ensnared

I made a little book, you see

of children and diversity

So I posted it without an ounce of qualm

And if you’d like to see it

If only for a wee bit

you can find it now on Amazon.com


Yes, You Can! available on Amazon.com

December 30, 2018December 30, 2018

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How Fragile the Eggshells?

When I am with you

how fragile are the eggshells beneath my feet?

Will they break with the slightest touch?

A mere cast of any eye?

Should I walk with feet bare

or can my soul and thoughts be bared and shared

without fear of injury

to you

or to me.

Mostly, to you. My back is strong.

Yet, I will not avoid the eggshells.

I will say they are as strong as Ostrich eggs

and stand on them without hesitation

without burden of breakage

with hearts in tact

communication an easy commute

to connection.

CD-W ©


December 28, 2018

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How Could I Know? #writephoto

crossing

If you stay on one side

and I the other

how will I know the color of your eyes

what tune your voice plays when your words lilt into the air?

How will I know if humor is one of your senses

or if the shoes you wear have traveled far?

I want to know what made you grow

and what kept you stagnant

what made you smile

and what made you weep

If you stay on one side

and I the other

how would I ever be

enlightened?

#writephoto

July 6, 2018

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Dive into My Center – #writephoto

waves-s

image by Kerfe at https://methodtwomadness.wordpress.com/2018/06/29/waves/

Dive into my center

past the bog of obstacles,

the sharp edges,

the pointed arrows.

Peel this artichoke

layer by layer

leaf by leaf

through tiny thorns.

See past the choke

into the light

of my waiting heart.

artichoke-heart-laurel-porter-gaylord

image credit

#writephoto

 

 

July 4, 2018July 5, 2018

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To Taste the Smells of Distant Shores

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To taste the smells of distant shores

contents of wares within wooden crates

heaved on sturdy shoulders

to reach my hand between the wooden slats

and feel the relics

like silk between my fingers

those tastes of memories.

 

To taste the smells of distant shores

teas and spices peddled by steadfast merchants

exotic oils purified and funneled into blue glass bottles

the dusty threads of ancient Persian carpets

woven by still, sure hands

the taste of skill and craftsmanship

of those who came before.

 

I want to taste the smells of distant shores

the ports of entries open

for senses to rouse

for eyes to open

in harbors safe

a saving grace

exposure to

the new.

 

Image credit

July 3, 2018

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Plethora of Life #WritePhoto

Why?

Why did they leave?

Was time too short to leave footprints in the sand

or did they level the playing field to erase proof of their presence?

Did they call to me before bidding adieu

when my ears remained distant?

Discouraged I’m not.

Beneath the sea

A plethora of life.

sea-mist

#writephoto

July 2, 2018

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Farewell, Poet, And the Seasons will Mend

 

And now September burns the careful tree
That builds each year the leaf and bark again
With solemn care and rounded certainty
That nothing lives which seasons do not mend.
…
The young are never robbed of innocence
But given gold of love and memory.
We live in wealth whose bounds exceed our sense,
And when we die are full of memory.

by Donald Hall

 

Mr. Hall died last Saturday, June 30th. He was 89.

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photo credit

 read the tribute here

July 2, 2018

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Learning Why I Wander

I wonder why I wander

in this forest thick sans light

how the birds can fly above it all

peering down upon this “sight.”

What must they think of us below –

– this self-discovery mass –

who struggle dusk to dawn each day

to fly a life first class?

But I will not give up this path

dark or light, while restless

for awed discovery of things unknown

makes this wanderer breathless.

 

My Art 005

 

 

 

June 11, 2018

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