Category Archives: Reality

TO LIFE

I’m happy. I want to stay a while longer.                      No lightning bolt from the sky, please. Let me linger in the sweetness of the days and nights and the coolness … Continue reading

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The Sink Hole Sunk This Poet

What’s wrong with wearing rose-colored glasses? Face it–it’s hard today to walk without stepping in it. And if you slip and fall–oh my! If only our inner compass could be depended upon, if our creative urges could steer us through … Continue reading

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Look at Me

 I am a bear. But am I really? My identity is caught mid-stream. Can you help me out? When you look into my eyes what do you see? Do you see you or do you see me? No longer a … Continue reading

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Storytelling

                                       “That’s a Story!”             In the language of children, story telling means telling a falsehood—at least it … Continue reading

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I KNOW BIG RED RIDER DOESN’T RHYME

BIG RED RIDER Not so long ago, in the normal world of things, a little woman on her way to visit grandma met a big red wolf in sheep’s clothing. “You can trust me,” he said with a grin, “She’s … Continue reading

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A Long Stretch for d’Verse, (almost)

Sorry, I’m stumped again. I think I’m locked into secure and don’t know how to get out.   A LONG STRETCH The clear melody of birdsong, a cool, soothing breeze off the lake, the kitten’s purring, a warm hug. The … Continue reading

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Kintsugi – the Japanese art of mending with beauty – reblog

Originally posted on fantasticmetastaticme:
I have been considering kintsugi, and how we heal ourselves, we who are no longer whole, and if we can be beautiful and flawed and flawed and beautiful. I have considered my scars, not golden, not…

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