Tag Archives: poetry

stop

i stop to smell the roses, and then i notice the ants are still busy. . then it seemed to me, the bloom was longing for the rosehip – a former friend, now transformed and full of seed… . does … Continue reading →

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taking flight

it is awkward that moment before you soar— nevertheless – you have wings  – take flight!   oh and we made another little movie! 

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held

i pick up the brush and She climbs into my arms – gently i put her down. She climbs over my back and back into my arms. i place Her on the floor- She comes back for more… and then … Continue reading →

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What spill?

i watch , as if in slow motion – the paw reaching, and thwak! . what? . they say that it is no use crying over spilt milk… but what about spilled coffee? it is darker, and stains…, . tears … Continue reading →

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Visits and Stockings

She had a hernia rupture, she told me, so He could not get on her bed – i did not tell her he wasn’t allowed – there was no point – i simply got a chair, and He sat there, … Continue reading →

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Bad?

She bounced out the door, with only two feet on the floor, if that – for she was surely testing the limits of gravity – although others thought she was testing the limits of their patience… BAD DOG! what? why? … Continue reading →

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treed

look up. there. in the tree! how high is She? will she be able to get down to the ground? wait- who is there? how did You get on the other side of the fence? what do you mean, i … Continue reading →

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circles

i was going to paint ducklings and ducks today… all day since i saw them, newly hatched, all waddling behind their mother – hope and trust in motion – that is what i was going to paint, as if one … Continue reading →

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rise up

  twin tabbies, looking like loaves of bread set to rise, snooze on the roof of the pump house, while the quiet work of dreams continues to raise us all up.  

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pie!

across the field they flew, for they knew, everyone deserves a piece of the pie! 

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