a winter morning haiku
coffee so dark and creamy
aquamarine sky
a lone crow cries out to me
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haiku of a shattered childnood
He spoke of being beaten in an off-hand way. Quiet tears streamed down my face.
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art | Bricolage Project | creativity | faith | grace | inspiration | photography | poetry | projects | quotes | the delicious nowbricolage project day 8 [“waking-life”]
This Waking Life I went biking around Greenlake with my daughter this afternoon so I decided to make my bricolage there with whatever I found. Â The graffiti was already on the table and I love it. Â Love the color and the form. Â My rule was that everything had to come from the ground. Â You will…
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late summer haiku
poppy seeds scatter to soil illusions shattered dead rose petals fall softly
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current loves
Window To Your Soul by Delirium on Grooveshark my current loves: unmade beds tangled questions midnight conversations well-loved teddy bears coffee breath Delirium (the band, not the state) vulnerability the pause after a thought is spoken deep listening (see above) rest sending postcards in the mail. with stamps. the scent of the yellow primrose on…
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open door
my door was wide open he flew in i’m not sure why did he find what he needed? i will never know he couldn’t find his way out and died that is the way
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play.
there was the music and the word play (and the laughter) there was the cat toy with the feathers (and how it came to life) there was the teasing and the falling into (and your sleepy eyes) there was the offer and the play (and the kisses) and now… i can’t stop smiling thank you…
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