I Must Do To Be I must do to be, Things move, change waits, Words interrupt, hands interpret, Bodies heal, thoughts roam. Before you, after me, Sands drift to form dunes and valleys, Swirling shapes shift with times motion, And like water, are not silent. Obedient children must speak, They play guard over brown uneven…
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OBSERVATION #11-10.26.24
My Musings on Nobody’s Perfect with Anecdotes by B, C, J, L, M,Like butterflies, words escaped the cocoon of the story teller’s memory,Like fairy tales, transformed and captured under my pen. mp Meet M – Growing up in a family with three brothers, all went to the same religious school. Teacher identified M as their…
November Rain
“No one’s really sure who’s lettin’ go today.” – Guns n’ Roses A sad song, perhaps, this,that dapples sidewalks with,in each stroke of rain,leaves, yellow devils,to menace usamong the few fallengreen too early. Each leaf (or more) tumblesinto their soft scatterof paper voicesfrom treetops, down shinglesamong the still-spry clover,and over vermillion bricksin a late chorus…
Haunting, Haunted, Haunts
by Jessie Lynn McMains All houses wherein men have lived and diedAre haunted houses.—Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, from “Haunted Houses” Every house is a haunted house. The things which haunt them might truly be ghosts, or they may just be the ghosts of memory. They may exist independently of us, may reside in the pipes and…
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