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Centered
Undulating acrobat, On silken threads she deftly treads across the great abyss and so creates a masterpiece of glistening perfection, hidden in plain sight. Beware the tender trap! It will ensnare and so beware this fatal beauty resting in the center of her universe… she is the weaver of silken death. CKP 2018
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Golden/Poetry/Photography
Pure delight- veil of oblivion obscures the world of curious eyes, no more you and me, we blend as one in ecstatic golden euphoria that numbs the senses shatters my defenses, soul laid bare and barely aware of time, our enemy and friend and thus we pretend we are are its master as it…
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What Matters…
What we hold in the palm of our hands, delicate gift, the heart understands. What we possess but forget in the wake of regret withers in shadow of doubt. Fragrant remains of desire, kindling for funeral pyre, The bits that you clutch, have so numbed your touch, while faint memory lingers I slip…
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More…#photography
More I gave you all that pain allowed, wiped every tear and thusly vowed to keep my tender heart confined, the unseen chains that I designed were all that would embrace me, enfold, protect, encase me. And yet, somewhere within this cell there lies the deepest, hopeful well of adoration, inclination, burning, churning,…
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A Perfect Day
I know I missed wishing all of my online friends a very Happy Mother’s Day; but it was only because I was so busy having one! I also wanted to share the poem that has always touched my heart as a mother, both early on and even now. May every day find you feeling blessed…
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Still/#SoCS
As I sat alone, ignoring heart’s ache, and nudging my weary senses awake; my eyes turned up to watch him soar, graceful as every day before. ”Good morning, God,” whispered my soul as my heart beat once more in time with the whole. ”Be still and listen…” came the Creator’s reply. “And know that…
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Hearts/Photography
Love, Mother Nature…. She speaks from my soul with brilliant simplicity, expressing what words cannot and lay paralyzed within, collecting dust as they fade to painful antiquity, lost among the debris of possibilty.
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Don’t Kill the Fairies!
“Every time a child says it doesn’t believe in fairies, a fairy falls down dead,” said Peter Pan. Do you believe? Since the beautiful Samara showers began in early Spring, I have had faeries on my mind, invading my thoughts and stirring my soul. With childish glee and fancy flight They dot the sky to…
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The Understudy
Behind the curtain, beneath the lights and hidden safely out of sight she waits. Recites her lines with sheer perfection, the moves and words, her grand reflection of heart’s desire. Her role it seems fell short of dreams, though happy she tenaciously supports the cast. They who…
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The Ladies in Waiting/#poetry/#photography
(An ode to the Rhododendron at sunset) They gather in the shadows of the garden… their delicate petticoats rustling in the chilly gusts of early Spring. Their crimson hearts race with excitement as he slowly descends upon them. “See how his face shines!” Says Rhoda in a hushed whisper. “Oh I could die in such an…
Dreaming Reality 
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