Tag: prose
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June 13, 2009 09:08 AM EDT --
Everybody I know comes to me for solace. I am the place where they go to vent their rage, catch their tears and gentle their wounded souls.
But I'm tired. I'm tired of being the one who . . .
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April 28, 2009 09:05 PM EDT --
When I say the morning calls of birds outside my window
reminds me of my childhood
I am really saying
I am still
a lover of bird songs.
I am still loving.
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September 09, 2009 10:42 AM EDT --
No one ever needed to shoot God bullets into my heart. Offering lilacs would have done the job as well or better. Westminister church. I sat in God's house expecting to recieve color and fragrance from . . .
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August 18, 2009 01:03 PM EDT --
By seed and nut, bough and leaf, vine and tree; by these things, and the stars, the moon, the sun, by earth and sky:
I swear my story to be true.
I was a child when they came for me at my mother's . . .
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September 06, 2008 12:44 PM EDT --
The knife maker didn't start out with a perfect knife. He was a keeper of birds and at that time there were birds that came to be known as "jays" which were kept for their feathers-more . . .
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October 24, 2009 12:20 PM EDT --
She walked along the shoreline, moonlight guiding her footsteps. Waves kissed her ankles, and the breeze whipped through her hair. She didn't care. For this moment, she didn't have to look perfect. . . .
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July 06, 2006 01:17 PM EDT --
My heart is aching
There's so much I want to say
But there's really nothing to say
Because it won't change anything
And at the end of the day
I'm feeling empty and frustrated . . .
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January 14, 2007 11:46 AM EST --
Like An Omen
It is mid January.
A bird happily sings from a lone branch.
Silence begins humming its mournful tune, as well,
Like an omen.
Fog has risen to the height of its . . .
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May 19, 2007 09:10 PM EDT --
To put behind our differences and get on with the business of our marriage;
Was it when the cat died and we reft into two, the summer you left for the mountains to a cabin by yourself, in search of something . . .
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November 24, 2008 11:27 AM EST --
God's love is like a breeze wafting over us on a hot summer day. We know it is there, but we cannot see it with our eyes...though we can see evidence of that love all around us.
We . . .
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June 24, 2009 03:45 PM EDT --
There will never be another you; you are unique, a one off. That does not make you better than other people, only different, as they too are different and equally important. Uniformity in society attempts . . .
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July 12, 2007 05:57 AM EDT --
In the quiet of the dark, I arose. I arose to pitch black slid to grey, hoping for a water color wash. I looked up, hoping for rosy dawn, but did not find her. The impatiens on my balcony opened, . . .
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October 31, 2009 02:53 AM EDT --
Feeling Death
Do you feel it? I always have. Since I don't want to develop this gift, or curse, if you will, because when I did, things didn't turn out well. That, I won't go into, so I might . . .
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June 14, 2008 01:03 PM EDT --
Sometimes she would fall into The Angry Place...that place she was so afraid of. It was a place of demons and monsters...a place where even her smile was not enough to fill the darkness.
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September 13, 2009 04:49 PM EDT --
The air is chill with Here Comes Fall. You know...that certain smell and crispness that is in the air when summer is saying its goodbyes. I have a sudden urge to pull out my sweater and wrap . . .
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September 17, 2006 07:16 AM EDT --
Sun Salutation
I lay in wait for the chirps of the
first morning birds,
a sense of anticipation and hope
in the dawn of a new day
draws me out of bed to the
fog of an early Fall morning. . . .
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June 09, 2007 03:41 PM EDT --
Since joining Gather I've been reading lots of prose and poetry. Not that I didn't do it before but not in such volume and concentration. I was trying to think of the personalities . . .
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July 17, 2007 05:09 PM EDT --
I’ve mown down the weeds or should I say
The brown patches of parched grass
That have so ill spoken of the sun’s rays.
The downtrodden perennials once having proudly displayed
Nature’s . . .
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August 10, 2007 05:42 PM EDT --
I had a dream the other day that I was visited by ants on holiday. They weren't the ants from my sidewalks. No these were different, being covered in caramel and chocolate. They said, 'Take me . . .
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September 04, 2007 12:34 PM EDT --
Welcome all ~The Poetry Review~ members and anyone who should find this poem.
Autumn Breezes (A to Z)
Autumn breezes change
direction even flirting
gliding heavenward impishly . . .
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