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"Poetry, my dear friends, is a sacred incarnation of a smile. Poetry is a sigh that dries the tears. Poetry is a spirit who dwells in the soul, whose nourishment is the heart, whose wine is affection. Poetry that comes not in this form is a false messiah."
-Kahlil Gibran,
New Every Morning
Every Day is a fresh beginning,
Listen my soul to the glad refrain.
And, spite of old sorrows
and older sinning
troubles forecasted
and possible pain,
Take heart with the day and begin again.
── Susan Coolidge
storms pass overhead
we can retreat or be strong
and see the beauty as they dissipate
pictureaday #1511
Project 365: 50/365
the war on drugs
this beautiful land
is held hostage by
an inability to look forward
and doing again what we know
has spanned for 98 years
with no end in sight
instead of being stubborn
perhaps we should listen to
the world
pictureaday #1512
Project 365: 51/365
preparation for departure
everything falling in place
more every day
pictureaday #1514
Project 365: 53/365
learnin' us some standards for pre-show busking ruffians at A.R.T. cabaret
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original ukulele sheet music pdf
uke.tribe.net/thread/523f16cb-130d-4d28-8e0f-4354a9642513
put up with a 8/24 poem-a-day locksmithy.livejournal.com/108840.html
to accompany this poem:
locksmithy.livejournal.com/82552.html
background from
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watercolour & ink as my fun morning timewaster project for myself. to have an original image to accompany the poem i'd just finished.
Skater
She was all in black but for a yellow pony tail
that trailed from her cap, and bright blue gloves
that she held out wide, the feathery fingers spread,
as surely she stepped, click-clack, onto the frozen
top of the world. And there with a clatter of blades
she began to braid a loose path that broadened
into a meadow of curls. Across the ice she swooped
and then turned back and, halfway, bent her legs
and leapt into the air the way a crane leaps, blue gloves
lifting her lightly, and turned a snappy half-turn
there in the wind before coming down, arms wide
skating backwards right out of that moment, smiling back
at the woman she'd been just an instant before.
Ted Kooser
a box that can be worn
a box that stores
multipurpose in everything
pictureaday #1509
Project 365: 48/365
"If time heals all wounds... by whose hand do we measure? maybe a blue moon" -Charlotte
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my father is a conductor, and we joke about Lenny baby! a lot. my portrait ended up looking more like my father as a young man than Lenny baby, but that's ok. it's appro' (for my father's day poem)
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all persons more than a mile high must immediately leave the court room!
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