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In the Garden #SoCS
When the noise of existing becomes so loud that the cry of my soul is muted and the tears I shed wash over my heart as the anchor of despair pulls me beneath a sea of dark sorrow, I remember why I came to this spinning orb, Wonderland of diversity- the challenge of survival a…
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I Am Not
invisible insignificant impudent ignorant… Fading.. falling failing flailing against the current.. clinging.. clawing crying to the darkness… you win! The light within slowly dies, not by the sword but the word.. so many words- cruel careless cold callously bold. beware! This life so fragile fickle fleeting… ephemeral…
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What Dream, This Life..
A blink… A flash… a whisper… A wink. A breath.. A sigh… In the twinkle of an eye.. As softly passing by, Life nods and grins at the child within our eager souls. repeat. rewind. Of like and kind we circle back on all we thought we learned and…
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Metamorphosis #poetry #photography
Stretching her stiff, numb fingers towards the pale, new light Spring stretches and yawns lovingly lifts her paintbrush, and brings the canvas to life once more. (We forgive you for oversleeping. 😉)
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They All Axed For You/#SoCS
No, we weren’t at the Audubon Zoo. As a side note, I have never been to that zoo, though I have observed it from the park that runs beside it. And I have visited many amazing zoos as well. Anyway, when I saw Linda Hill’s #SoCS prompt I could think of no better way to get the…
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Look Closely/#photography
As we hustle through life, often barely acknowledging the things that come and go in our daily vistas, it would bode well for us to make an effort to stop and peer into the face of the familiar often ordinary seeming wonders of this world. The things that are constnt and yet so often overlooked…
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Celebration! #SoCS
My soul soars with childlike glee while every bush and sleeping tree yawns with fresh humility before the light that magically wipes away gray dormancy transforming with pure ecstasy, its palette filled abundantly with Spring’s unique majesty. I hold my breath! Lest jealous Death- Old Man Winter’s anarchist- arrange a final chilling tryst,…
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Threads #Photography
Elusive, ephemeral.. The tease oh please! By heaven’s grace let me see your face! My soul and yours… We glow in night’s embrace, but disappear without a trace when the sun shows Its face- too soon forgotten. Life’s moments, like dewdrops cling to silken webs- iridescent pearls, the Spinner’s…
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Nature’s Face/Photography/Poetry
At times I trudge through my life, sometimes with steps as light as air, yet often as though pulling lead balls chained to my ankles; still, I find constant comfort in the face of Nature. We have had a dreary sort of Winter, although the holidays were bright and full. The unrest in the world…
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Abandoned #ThursdayDoors
I fear my countenance now has changed, the wear and tear of life has stained my skin- within the cracks grow long, what once so strong now wounded, bleeding as my soul pleading begs for release from time’s relentless march, the Minutemen beat at the door, I ask for just a moment more- or two…
Dreaming Reality 
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