Apparently

Posted on July 27, 2012 by eteal

Apparently for my development I am supposed to paint landscapes….

Don’t be silly, say the bunnies!

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Posted on July 26, 2012 by eteal

You don’t need to iron,

 

I like your wrinkles!

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Inching.

Posted on July 25, 2012 by eteal

Measure for measure,

I am no marigold.

 

The world is so small!

I gazed amazed!

 

 

“The world is immense.”    

came the reply.

 

 

 

 

I inch toward truth. 

Am I a Marigold?

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CAW!

Posted on July 24, 2012 by eteal

I am trying to have a conversation.

 

But you fly in and keep interrupting.

 

“Listen,” you caw loudly to the winds, “listen.”

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Reaching

Posted on July 23, 2012 by eteal

Stretch.

Reach.

Leap.

Love!

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Impressions

Posted on July 22, 2012 by eteal

I know you are here.

I see your pawprints

 in the mud.

They seems so much larger

than I remembered.

 

Perhaps we have both grown.

 

 

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Home.

Posted on July 21, 2012 by eteal

This morning

I called out to you –

I’m home!

but all I heard was croaking.

and then I saw you,

and knew I was Home.

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Waiting.

Posted on July 20, 2012 by eteal

WAITING.             ARE YOU……………EVER…………….COMING…………HOME?

I  am here, waiting.

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Leaving

Posted on July 19, 2012 by eteal

Are you going?

Are you going home?

Are you going now?

Now?

Where are you going?

I am here.

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small black cat – snr

Posted on July 18, 2012 by eteal

Tipped and whole, we listen –

small black cat, feral & domestic,         You walked right in.   

Now you sleep in my bed –

                        or am i sleeping in yours?

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