rise to greet the sun
quiet hours in this new day
bare arm resting on covers
golden hair fields light
flicker of life in your eyes
lips taking the shape of words
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It's always getting late.
When I am not writing this is what I do.
"In the present we are always in memory." - Trish Keenan
It's always getting late.
Introduction
This blog is a virtual notebook of writing that I maintain as often as I can. Poems, stray lines, random observations, all co-exist here. Revisions occur as needed/deemed fit.
See/Hear
A Chronological Archive of Joy and Heartache most often referred to as LIFE
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2015
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September
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- Peace In The Valley
- Harbor Light
- On Happiness
- A Question for Morning
- Half Dream
- Sedoka #1
- summer flowers bloom when will fall winds come to ...
- Amphora
- File Away For Future Use
- wake and see wake and breathe wake and be in balan...
- Non / Work
- Learning
- There is no shame in failure, only in failing to a...
- Life Support
- Let's build a new life upon these broken bones.
- The Journey Begins in the Morning
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September
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About Me
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When I am not writing this is what I do.
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