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August 23, 2012
surroundings
pages of a book
being turned by the wind
long dead grass
damp and bending
tender blackberries
dropping into my hand
a summer ending
bees hungry
sometimes
heartache feels good
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the unexpected
comes out of the expected
life out of death
revelation
out of the ordinary
within the day to day
exchange of conversation
God’s golden breath of light
whispers
“I am here”
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don’t measure up
meet halfway
arranged
imperfect beauty
like a bouquet of twisted zinnias
all together
an unpretentious display
of grace
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fire and weed
a burning splendor
erasing sameness
a ceremony
of heartbeat and heat
licking sweat from my lips
picking words from my tongue
the season is ripe
with the sun
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guitar lessons
are now on wednesday
instead of tuesday
i made the orthodontist
appointment for tuesday
instead of wednesday
a book is in at the library
ready for pick-up
i need to mail a bill
and scrape paint
then repaint on the house
and the wood needs to be stacked
and cj needs driving hours
and i am to pick-up someone
at the airport this morning
oh
hazy
crazy
lazy days of summer
where did you go?
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a comet in orbit
his tail he shakes
leaving a trail of stardust
in his wake
before dawn
meteors fly
caught in view
by the naked eye
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for Percy the stardust doggie
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✯ pacific ✜ (adj.) 1540s, “tending to make peace,” from M.Fr. pacifique, from L. pacificus “peaceful”
peace-making,” from pax (gen. pacis) “peace” + root of facere “to make.”
Meaning “peaceful, calm” is first recorded 1630s.
Pacifical is from mid-15c. Related: Pacifically.
✯ Pacific Ocean ✜ 1660, from M.L. Pacificum, neut. of L. pacificus; so called c.1500 by Magellan
when he sailed into it and found it calmer than the stormy Atlantic.
Friday Photo . by N Davis Rosback . taken August 8, 2012
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There are times when we are overcome
I sing me song
in happiness, in kindness
I have known the promise
I immediately plunked down a dollar to buy it
a beautiful old fired clay jar
over the years that I admired
a temporary statement
I’ve waited for a long time
hanging on words
as if they were living things
be watchful for signs
a good sign
Eventually it all ends up neatly arranged
on white plastic tables in a driveway.
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Live Music information . by Nancy Davis
Sean Dietrich's column on life in the American South.
The Beautiful Due
Daily short takes from an Appalachian hollow