A welcome glint
In moments of stillness, when the chaos quiets and nature reveals its gentle truths, even a fleeting beam of sunlight becomes a messenger of...
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The 12 inch heel, the confident gait, The measured steps, the sudden halt, The blush on cheeks, the smoldering eyes, The hands on h...
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I, me, mine echoes all around. The temples ache, and so does the heart. Ah! I long for mother’s lap. To empty the burdens That ...
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It was her umpteenth shift in that cramped bus on a Monday morning. She had hoped to avoid the digging arms and elbows. But to no avail. ...
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DeleteLovely poetry and wonderful post for Q!
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artmusedog and carol
Thank you so much
DeleteQuestioning is a good practice. Great poem!
ReplyDeleteThank you Sarah for such kind words.
DeleteLong ago, I had a friend who told me that I ask too many questions and that a lot of them are dumb. Oh well, for her. She also copied my math homework, which was often wrong. LOL
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I love these little nuggets that you share with us, Susie.
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