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i need flowers to remind me of what i am . . . .remind
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Author Archives: nancy marie davis
turquoise
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. who’s to say if a rose is a rose who knows if someday walking in an alley i might think of turquoise brick that way . . . . . . . . . Rose is the word for May at tweetspeak poetry.may
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one rose not without thorns petals of Love blossom open give . . . . . . . . Rose; it’s the poetry subject for the month of May, at tweetspeak.bee love
a treat to watch honey flow slowly into a jar filling dark golden light catcher brought in from fields of clover
something new
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I went to McMinnville today to buy something from the art supply store. Just around the corner from there is Boersma’s. It’s small fabric store (sewing machines, miele vacuums, repair, quilting) that has a good selection of nice fabric. I ended up buying some fabric to make colourful pillow covers for 16″ square pillows. I’m thinking maybe i could sell a few. I like fabric, and i am pretty good at sewing things with straight lines. I put the pencils in the photos to give an idea of the size of the print. These fabrics were in their bargain area. The fabric is very expensive to start with, so i thought that it would be a good place to start. Though, they require a purchase at least one yard of the bargain selections. I had fun with matching fabric for the fronts and backs of the covers. How do you think i did? Do you like any of the match-ups? . . .layers and parts
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Layering and playing continues. . .
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At this point, i enjoy different parts as individual compositions more than the canvas as a whole.
Thought…
A card collection of three or four different parts.
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Just as a body, though one, has many parts,
but all its many parts form one body, so it is with Christ.
For we were all baptized by one Spirit so as to form one body—
whether Jews or Gentiles, slave or free—
and we were all given the one Spirit to drink.
Even so the body is not made up of one part but of many.
first corinthians
wonder
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a child’s eyes a child’s heart open in the wonder of not knowing . . . .there is
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there is a current that flows .no one has seen
where it comes from
or where it goes .
but it makes it’s way
blowing through hearts open like fresh air through a window on a summer’s day
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sweet
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did you see those two? put ’em together, baby, and you just know, lines they gonna get crossed. oh yeah… that’ll play-out like sweet emma. i can hear them bells ringin’ now. . . .write
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. paint a picture with colourful words from a grace-filled alphabet lift me up with periwinkle and tickle me with pink . . . .day
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make a way softly swept across the sky make it a summer’s day full of ripe possibilities that become and linger on the tongue long after the setting of a peach stained sun . . .night journey
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as my mind spins mulberry threadto weave into a silken dream thereupon the edge of sleep i step on through . . .
sky
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. bring the gift of time upon a sapphire pillow replace a falling star in the blue of night while the room spins a long long tale of sunflowers touching the sky . . .orange
i am thankful for a husband that does not believe
i am thankful for medication for depression
i am thankful for my hair getting thinner
i am thankful for droopy skin under my chin
i am thankful for car windows that don’t work
i am thankful for age spots
i am thankful for a smile from my teenager
i am thankful for dirty clothes and dishes
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who do you love
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you’re a sweet orange
playing the blues
with no rhyme
sticky words
speaking
understanding
of my wicked heart
that will not
listen to you
when it hears
the whisper of words
that sing in golden hue
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A LITTLE SOMETHIN' 