It never entered my mind
until it did
and now the thought
of you lives in me
How slowly you took root
How suddenly
you sprung forth
Young flowers
bud and blossom
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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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2018
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May
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- Bud and Blossom
- Lavender Rose
- Rest
- Recent Words for The Muse
- Morning 5/20/18
- Purple and Green (freewrite)
- I Am Consumed By The Thought Of You.
- The Voyage
- Morning 5/17/18
- All
- As The Sun Rises
- Morning 5/15/18
- Just One Moment
- A New Ocean
- The Flood
- Wholly
- Morning 5/12/18
- Recent Events
- Burning Bright
- Small Shifts
- Feast
- You cannot plan for the unpredictable.
- Morning 5/9/18
- Topographical Maps
- Morning 5/7/18
- Purge Yourself
- Ifs
- Beginnings and Endings
- And the sun is out And you are awake And the sun i...
- Sri Bhagawan
- Now is the point of now.
- Push To Let Go
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May
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When I am not writing this is what I do.
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