Tag: rebirth
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July 31, 2006 11:58 PM EDT --
The clouds reach over the dividing range
Beckoning
Come, I am waiting
The air grows thicker
Moist and comforting
I am getting close
At last I reach the shore
After too many years away . . .
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October 10, 2006 02:44 AM EDT --
Worshippers of the Old & New Sun
Winter Solstice
For the undead living in the moons tidings,
the Living rejoicing in the birth of the new sun
For the outer circles the gathers shall meet . . .
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December 26, 2009 03:59 PM EST --
I'm dying , she whispered, her smile
Sardonic, as fine lines
Etched her face like spider webs.
Her hair had the appearance of
Snow-capped mountains, her eyes
Gloomy;
Frosted lakes reflecting . . .
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July 02, 2006 08:33 PM EDT --
forgive me mother for i have lived
and vowed to make amends
to make sense of my existence
no chains will shadow my footsteps
for i am driven not to be your spawn
the curse in my reflection
i will not . . .
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November 02, 2006 05:35 PM EST --
An uninvited breeze
An unwelcome memory
An unsuspecting song
An understood silence
An unbecoming jealousy
An unwritten story
An unsung heroine
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August 23, 2008 12:25 PM EDT --
The center of my intent, opens
from bluish niches' private voice
questioning breadths of sky,
reality's green-hued gaze.
Beneath curiously . . .
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April 06, 2009 08:56 AM EDT --
Hallucinatory wisps smolder, fade,
descending in final swoop
to self-contained song, timbre
of moans, once belonging,
now reactively foreboding,
blinding gapes from there to here. . . .
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September 28, 2006 03:50 PM EDT --
For since I have found you, Im scared no more
You bring joy where no joy was found
For the moment is now right for me to shed a
tear
Oh its become so clear my darling I feel your
Fear
As the merging . . .
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December 30, 2007 04:37 PM EST --
The Secret Life of Beetles
All winter they manifest at the corner
Of the eye, their spindles
Aquiver, a pinprick rhythm of
Footfalls like nothing human;
Nothing and then
Suddenly this dun beetle . . .
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February 12, 2008 10:13 PM EST --
What if you could clone a loved one of your choosing, would you do it?
Honestly, it would be tempting. However, I don't believe the clone would have the same soul. It wouldn't . . .
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March 19, 2008 08:03 AM EDT --
Yesterday as I was watching my kindergarteners construct the front covers of their homemade books, "The Easter Basket", I could not help but wonder, "Are we not all born creative?" . . .
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March 20, 2008 08:37 PM EDT --
Yesterday morn I wrote an article about creativity. I was questioning whether or not we are not all born with the ability to be creative. I received some wonderful responses from the Gather . . .
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December 29, 2008 07:02 AM EST --
Truer words were never spoken
Except the words I left unsaid
And a true heart is never broken
Only the one I left for dead
True beauty can never be seen . . .
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March 03, 2009 12:28 AM EST --
Eastern Redbud Photo by: Maryann Corrigan 03/11.08
Rebirth
Awakening
slowly, joyful
springtime appears
farewell winter.
Amidst, barren
stark grey branches . . .
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April 18, 2009 11:21 AM EDT --
So it's the fragile end of winter and the spring is here! I wrote this poem a little over a year ago celebrating such a time as this. Summer's on the way and my knobbly knees will be exposed to . . .
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May 03, 2009 01:12 PM EDT --
Metaphysical fires, blooming one after another,
climax to the sky. Pyres layering
elaborate blush of crimson roses'
flagrant song, escalating a lily's virtuosity
in . . .
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October 28, 2009 10:16 PM EDT --
Gather Writing Essentials. Wednesday, October 28th, 2009
Use the following prompts:
Use a word that most readers would have to look up in the dictionary.
Reference a religious holiday . . .
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June 23, 2007 01:53 PM EDT --
the quiet of the night weighed down
the world grew still,
there was no sound.
with aching heart
she was so sad.
to be with them
she would be glad.
there was no one,
they were all dead. . . .
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March 19, 2008 11:43 AM EDT --
Like an aching, dormant Christian soul,
Longing for the love of the Father,
The earth emerges from its darkness
And reaches out with tentative motion.
Longing for . . .
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May 06, 2009 03:25 AM EDT --
THE PHOENIX TRIUMPHS
There isn't much to say, he said,
Not much to say at all,
For I have lost my fight for life,
See here my funeral pall.
There's not a deal to trouble me,
Not much . . .
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