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27 Feb: Ten Things of Thankful
In no particular order: 1.) I am thankful for my “Tens” — and the relief it gives. 2.) The word thankful is insufficient: I saw 6 planets in alignment last night. 3.) Daffodils growing taller by the day, and their bright colour waiting for me. 4.) For the crow with its single white tail feather,…
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From the Oracle in Hindsight
Her Shadow Work Her mother counts pennies,grapes in a bag,pages in a book. More is better—she heard that somewhere. Her father says double yolks are magic, “Eggs are quieter than hens,”and moonlight quiets a dreambecause it sweeps the stars. Words of war wrap the house, a bitter path,the cards are castand signs read. Desk, plough,…
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25.2 dVerse Indigo
Knolling Indigo Indigo blueit fills the twilight scene,Spills inky songs in a secret tongue andWarmsso soft with it tints serene. Indigo blueswept from depths of wonder lies, So truethis blue that colours my dreams Sanctuary lies in your indigo eyes Written for dVerse Poets Quadrille Monday (Quadrille: 44-words sans title, include the prompt word “indigo”). Some artwork is created…
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25.2: Found Poetry of Ragnarök
Who is more blest …the living, the lifeless,the crow by the door,the hearth, the fire,or the lame horse. Deyr fé—Deyja fændr.Who will prevail. Who is more blest …the son come too soon,stones below water,a ship at berth,or icy winter’s breath. Deyr fé—Deyja fændr.Who will prevail. Who is more blestthan he of none. This is the…
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24.2: Bœuf Bourguignon Always Has Mushrooms
Beyond an Intersection Named After an English King and a SaintSix Sentence Story: Day 8 Part 5 Bœuf Bourguignon Always Has Mushrooms “Which of you ordered two bœuf bourguignons,” asks the waitress who shifts her weight to her right hip—muscle memory, thanks to several children having perched there over the years. We’ve arrived early at…
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24.2: A Six – Enter Ozymandias
Beyond an Intersection Named After an English King and a SaintSix Sentence Story: Day 8 Part 4 Enter Ozymandias “That book doesn’t belong here—it’s a clock that strikes thirteen, a poppy in a wheat field… a perfect misfit,” says an elderly gentleman. He stands beside us—scholarly, spectacled, with a wonderfully unkempt shock of white hair…
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23.2 A Cadralor Poem
Wild Poppies … I. In a Danish fieldyou ripple, ridinga breeze. Your seedsfrom dark to bright, blossomsscattered like broken vows. II. Wild peals of feathered voice,the wind that envies yoursilken red. Quick!Root your brethren to a fieldin drifts of delirium. III. You scorn shadows nestingin shafts of wheat, scorn the corn and its rigid rod.…
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21 Feb: A Miracle Done
You laugh as if a cool sweep of sea has touched your feet, touched your toes white as snowdrops. In your wonderfully wide eyes, cool grass on a summer day is a miracle done. What will your first word be: some sound no one will comprehend until a tide of liquid laughter ripples beyond babble.…
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20 Feb: A Thursday Door
Bushboy (Brian Dodd) shares photos of doors, but not just any doors. Spectacular doors from his journeys. Dan’s Thursday Doors opened the door on this. I love doors of all sorts. I’ve trawled through my photos and found a few to share. A new one will be posted on Thursdays. ALT Description for the visually impaired: The…
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20 Feb: Ten Things of Thankful
1) A quiet Sunday morning to reflect on our 45-years of adventure, 2) for all the obstacles, and lessons, and knowing that eventually one finds a way even if the path there is unexpected, 3) for the touch of a hand or a thought when everything is okay, and equally when it’s not, 4) for…
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