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    • Morning Coffee Thoughts

      As the sun rose
      on a calm summer morning,
      and I faced the four directions,
      asking for balance,
      understanding,
      and grandmother’s wisdom,
      the Hawk circled
      then landed on the Elm
      down by Willow Creek.

      I thought at first
      it was looking for its morning meal,
      but it turned in my direction,
      catching my e…Read More

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      • It’s beautiful… Definitely relaxing to read and vision. ❤️

      • Thinking of humanity as so small in the cosmos is both humbling and strangely empowering. For all that we are miniscule in the vastness, we can achieve so much through compassion.

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      Emily Dickenson

      There's a big old steel gate around her graveThough It makes no difference - crypt or cave'Cause clocks won't tell the time of dayTo those that sleep in dirt or clay. It's dark - it's deep - what's small will...

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      • this picked at my claustrophobic side very dark I myself want an ocean send off so I can be sand great write ❤️

      • Interesting comment, Crimsin. Thank you.

      • I’m digging dark Tim!
        These two stanzas build quite the image and feeling.
        Truly enjoyed this other side of your writing:)

      • Well this is interesting! I love the tie in with her as the subject header. It’s a tight rhyme scheme, very clever.

      • Cleverly penned, Tim. Excellent write with amazing flow my friend. Nicely done. Appreciate you.

        Damian

      • Tim as a huge fan of Emily Dickinson I can truly say this poem is uniquely composed and the crypt approach is an exquisitely new one applied to the great poet lady. You took me into her resting place with words that were vivid and strong and enveloped me in the sense of her final plot. Truly a wonderfully new and innovative view of the great poet lady. Loved this.

        John

        • Thank you so much for all your kind comments, GM. I appreciate it. 🙂

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      Strangers Camp in the Mind

      They check the locksand install cameras,hoping to catch the crafty villainsthat plague their life like a mysterious virus.They call crying hysterical,say it happened again while they slept.Messed with. Nothing on the cameras.No evidence.But they've never been more sure.Hands on...

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      • You speak of a bizarre situation. If it’s not dementia than it’s paranoia. That can be hard to deal with, especially when moving to another state is seriously considered. Definitely a case for stress for the one who has to listen to it all. Good one, Thomas.

      • Oh wow, I swear I know these people. Unfortunately, in the case of mine, they’re not fully imagining things. When a bit of real harassment is lad down, it builds on a mind until everything becomes subject to suspect. It sucks for those observing and listening, but more so for them. Solid write here

      • I enjoy writes that are unexpected and take you on a journey.
        Good or bad. This write is excellent. I personally loved

        Patience like a prayer,
        thinking until my brain bruises.

        This whole piece is pretty awesome, bizarre and all.

      • “But then they glance at me.
        And those eyes cut through.
        Like I’m part of it now.”

        Hauntingly penned, Thomas. Another excellent write with amazing storytelling my friend. The verse above gave me goosebumps. It’s always feels like we’re on a journey in your stories. Nicely done as always. Appreciate you.

        Damian

      • Footsteps that do not belong to the house are a rupture, not necessarily danger,
        but a shift in the contract between space and silence.
        They mark the moment when architecture stops being loyal.

        Appreciate you!

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      Unmasked Light

      In the quiet of my heart,I pause.The masks I have wornloosen,falling into the still air.   Charm drifts.Beauty fades.Applause dissolves.What remainsis the self God has known all along.   I feel the gentle question:Can this truest facehonor the Maker?And in the stillness,I hear...

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      • Well said, Curly. I think God is within us and not up in the sky sitting on a throne. Sometimes we need to sit for a while in silence to feel it, and then appreciate it.

      • Beautifully penned, CG. Amazing write my friend. Nicely done per usual. Appreciate you.

        Damian

    • The Moment I Stay Still

      You want to steal my heart
      and keep it…
      but you say it like you’re certain
      I won’t notice.

      Maybe I’ll let you get close enough
      to try.

      Maybe I wanted to see
      how you’d hold it,
      whether your hands tremble
      before they tighten
      when something precious
      leans your way.

      But don’t mistake my stillness…Read More

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