wind howls a chilled air on a cloudless sky,
i see my breath
november beckons hibernation.
clothed in raw silk
trails of gardenia petals, and
one brief pause, she began
crying and caressing her
with such emotion
only people who knew her could
reach her in time. but there was none.
karma kards with shadows, usually isn’t a good sign.
© dld o1.05.12
The January Mindful Writing Challenge: A River of Stones
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WhenToday at 2:00am until Tuesday, January 31, 2012 at 5:00am..Where Worldwide free writing challenge
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1. Notice something properly every day during January.
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i gathered all my thoughts
placed them all over the room
that i thought them in
now that i look at them
the Blue ones make sense.
dld © o1.o1.12
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Chrysalis come foreward Climb out to taste the air See the glory before you Set sights on forgotten dreams gone by And by Replenish each breath with those tales of long ago And far away, latch on With feet firm, … Continue reading
weighing the pros/cons of democracy
harriet beecher stowe would never stand for it
neither would james buchanan
but democracy is another way to control populous
independence and arrest hormones from hunting and gathering
for what? we’ve already too many plants with poisoned stems
but then, wouldn’t this be the glitch…
the earth tumbles and farts
and VIOLA! a new set of circumstances—
Let’s see if we’re still here to write our wrongs!
© dld april 19, 2011
Posted in Narrations
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