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Photography poetry

Like Gold One Day

Oh, Child, in this fast-paced world of work and play will you stop a few moments to say, “How is your day?” Stop a few minutes; sit with me. Let’s share coffee, sip delicious tea. Could you spend some time with me? In this fast-paced world of work and play will you stop a few […]

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Photography poetry

Pink Rose

  Share your sweetness, pink rose. Be bold in your unsurpassed beauty, for now is your time. Bask in your loveliness, pink rose. Be brave as sharp thorns surround you. Tilt your face toward sunshine, as your unblemished petals unfold, glowing like silkened skin. Your light perfume permeates April’s air- invites me to turn my […]

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poetry

Lineage

  ‘Here at last is the thing I was made for.’ “ C. S. Lewis  From vintage cloth, a rabbit rises — cut out & stuffed with straw. Plaything for a child that has the soul of a room and person sewn in. Their story breathable in the plain weave, permeable through dreams as the […]

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Photography poetry

Mingo Swamp’s Winter Art Show

                                       (where poetry and photography say hello) Nature forms images with ice at the edge of Mingo Swamp. When the winter sun weaves through Cypress and Hickory, I layer warm clothes, tuck in a thermos and camera […]

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Photography

Ice Art in the Swamp- slideshow

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poetry

In The Bookshop

(For James) Bookshelves divide the floor like oak hedges flowering with poets I have known and yet to meet. A table and two chairs catching the window’s fill of light — host our presence upstairs. The sun cool for September.   You sit reading a thinner book than mine. Intent, Your hand turns the pages, […]

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Photography Prose

Ice Art in the Winter Swamp

For a few days each winter, the swamp here at Mingo Woods becomes a fairyland. A layer of ice covers the way to the creek and cracks away from itself as the morning sun slips through the leafless tupelo and cypress trees. Cypress knees look like people standing and waiting, frozen in space and time. […]

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poetry

Behind The Weeds

Water Breathes inhales and exhales light. It fuels blood, sometimes leaks. Makes us tread. Flowers lather in purple and white on the edge. They announce Spring, kisses, gather behind a casket. Eyes climb the trees long after the body cannot. Green at the top fans birdsong. The bark still wars with skin reveals secrets underneath. […]

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poetry

Dyma gartref

On the hills above the grey houses, but below the azure sky there are ghosts going about their business. Some are gossamer, they dance unconcerned, others are dark clouds, brooding, closing out the sun. It matters not as I chose the fragrance, the coolness of clean air, the wind songs, everlasting, healing, teaching of the […]

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poetry

Mentoring An Identity

  ( For poet, Carolyn Forché) I stare at the mirror and perceive what we share — a Slavic heritage, the rustle of words in-wait   and want that flies from our cathedral-dark mind to find a message and carry it home.   I listen to wind dipping leaves in the rain- wet gutters of […]