************ ********** The writer’s muse in me scoffed That’s it ! I’m taking the whole night off The doors to imagination shut New thoughts and ideas were put on the shelf. . Time to find a book to read to fill empty artistic need Or in my hand a brush to take Another muse to… Read More Muse’s Pique
*************** Blessed by the moon Warmed by the sun And kissed by the misty rain In the blush of an early springtime A rose comes to bloom again ************** And we are once again blessed by her beauty ***** *** *
****************************************************** I was nominated for this award by the Cookie Monstah estwhile addressed as http://calliopeslyre.wordpress.com/. You’ll thank yourself for visiting her blog. It’s great…, and she’s pretty nice too! Thanks for recognizing me with this honor, Cookie. The rules: 1. Thank the Liebster Blog presenter who nominated you and link back to their blog. 2. Post… Read More Award
************** ************** Worry not the past The future may not come Live each moment as if your last Love until this life is done ************* Which way are you going ? ****** Now ? *** Or then ? *
******************** Would you come up on the porch And visit for a while Take my hand and sit a spell And favor me a smile Share some peaceful time with me Until the evening’s o’er And you find it’s time to go and leave me by the door. *** Then you can take your leave slowly… Read More Invitation
********************* The Wabash River near my boyhood home When I was a young boy I was awestruck by the river. It looked so wide, so powerful, and so mysterious. At first there was a twinge of fear whenever I was near it, afraid it would draw me into its mighty current and carry me away… Read More Love of the Water
************* ************* Soft rain on the rooftop I pause, and then stop To look from the window Out along the fence row At a rainbow of flowers Thirst slaked by spring showers. The wind stills and clouds part And open the eyes of my heart To the beauty of my world. ************** ************** ******* ***… Read More Blossoms in the Rain
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The Words I did not know the words I could tell she was crying though Someone was missing Someone wasn’t there Someone had left There was an emptiness, in the emptiness It made her voice more potent The punctuating, wracking sobs Like commas, and semi…
(If you look closely you”ll see the angel guarding these graves) I spent some time at Cedar Grove Cemetery at the University of Notre Dame today. It was a really warm, beautiful, quiet day. As some of you know, my mother-in-law passed away about a month ago. Per her request, she was cremated, and the burial… Read More Passing Thoughts
Nothing fancy tonight…, no poetry, pictures, recipes, anecdotes, or jokes…, just observations. I look at the world around me, around you, our world, folks, and what I see makes me very sad. On every day, almost every hour, some new violence erupts somewhere. Where does this all start? I’m just asking the question, folks. You’ll have… Read More Observations
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