Poetry, SundayScribblings

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twice turning
the stars lifted their heads
seeking a shoulder
a wall with monocratic memory
holding high all that tarries
barely a spoken sentence
yet understood

would i linger just a millisecond longer held in open arms…. last night’s vision, coming home late the world was a little sleepy and peacefully quiet… a small spell of in between when all those moments we hardly notice come to light… ¬†tired eyes focused on a western sky with an almost full moon, a soft lingering light mist encircles this small wonderful enchantment… and a warm 4 pieces left homemade apple berry pie…
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sunday scribblings 313 reflect

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Poetry, we write poems

heal thyself

we write poems thursday prompt no 27: healing
photo:  by Cuba Gallery РNow on Twitter!, flickr

..when i saw this unbelievably beautiful photo, psalm 23 came to mind, ..” the lord is my shepherd i shall not want, he maketh me to lie in green pastures…”

first we held hands
not so much for her
possibly more for me

am i in heaven yet?

we sat silent for awhile
she was slowly slipping away
forgetting where she was

am i in heaven yet?

clutching heavenly clouds
entertaining existential eternity
in the silence of tv chatter
not wanting her to go

am i in heaven yet?

ms barbara brow past away this morning, we are grieving… though excited for her, as believers, absent from the body is present with the lord….

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WritersIsland

friendship

Writers Island: friendship

surfingdogs.jpg

Bandit the Biker Surf Dog

it is so simple
we all go there together
this place called friendship

i finally found the link…the dogs are surfing for a cause….
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=agkTm0Mhsjs
images were everywhere for this week’s prompt…could not piece it together…finally settled down…came up with this…love animals…and this photo seemed to fit so well…regardless wet or dry we stick together…

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