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my heals are hard
from going barefoot
all summer
or maybe it’s
because i’m like a
day old dinner roll
getting tougher
on the outside
and softer
in the middle
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Category Archives: words
together
first line
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words sent
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bits of words sent
here quietly appear
letters and spaces
cast in light
wrong or right
the words don’t matter
it’s the thought
that counts
~
words sent (a rewrite)
bits of words sent
here quietly
speak truth
letters and spaces
leave no traces
of doubt
that words matter
and surely count
~
illustration . words sent . nance
stolen words poetry
stolen words
beyond a midsummer’s dream
.
just what is this season
between summer and fall
when it seems that time stands still
or there was never time at all
the tall grass stands golden
in the haze of silent sun
and i wish that i were young
once more
soon
the earth will turn
upon blue winter
the chill
of death will sting
and splinter
then from
this dreamy daze
He shall wake me
from this
beguiling place
He will take me
together
hand in hand
we will go
and we will walk
in golden grass
and talk of many
things
the hush will turn
to music
i will hear angels
sing
i will understand
the mystery
and contented
i will be
existing in
the rapture
of His Love
rewrite 8/28
added lines are words from lovely comments.
thank you.
boxes of blue
stolen words . 4
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it’s surprising how many bundles can be packed
idle sheets rolled and tied
i rode with my face looking up to the sky
wind blowing through the big elm
i took the wildflowers home with me,
along with some regretful echoes of things not said
.
stolen words . 3
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they rioted in Vancouver last night.
it is empowering to break a board with your bare hand
especially if you believe before you get there
that you cannot do it.
at eight, she already measures
the distance,
the board where she stands
i’m not going into the jail tonight
as an expert on communication
we’re the only ones who do this
we tried to teach our children
to never pay back each other for wrongs
so when my youngest asked me
to get into the hamster wheel
i didn’t hesitate
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home
stolen words . 2
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i do not consider myself a good writer
this just wasn’t the plan
the world buzzes about goals and visions
my heart beats only to mess up my head
i can see i will need to write things down
sometimes truth comes to us on a bathroom wall
you want to know a secret?
summer is here
the days tumble from one moment to the next
it can actually kill a person if eaten
the nature of temptation
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stolen words
When you’ve had enough
in a frenzy of garden visiting
a long way from home
treat yourself to a visit to Edinburgh
to this place
i’ll tell you about it later
when we’re back home
If you’re in Paris this summer
please give yourself a treat
photos and memories
lurking in the background
beautifully luminous
a big yummy stash
of roadside flowers
These are strange times
there are many
who will not wish to leave
this summer
but, too late
it will be useless in this event
i’ll report back soon
yes
i stole some words
but, you know they’re better off here
not a list
i can only dream of the big city lights
filling the sky scraped and flowing
along the curbs come splashing
yellow cabs swerving honking
holding on for your life
on the streets
red light places going green
keep it moving on down the road
no parking here, man
it’s a loading zone









