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we've just returned from weeks in Colorado...it snowed three times providing much time to pause.... How very brave our little ones our. I think they are born it bravery for comes shinning through so often in their childhood.
This child is now grown... Words can't express how blessed I feel to have you in my life. For of all sad words of tongue or pen,
The saddest are these: "It might have been!"
John Greenleaf Whittier (1807–1892), U.S. poet. God Bless All our Vets
Specially those that made
"The Ultimate Sacrifice"
Peace & love be with them ... my words die in the womb, ....
I AM OKAY. This just came to me, and so, I write.
Image (c) 2008, Karla Dorman Was diving off of Grand Turk and took this picture of a Sting Ray. Turned out quite interesting... To remain truly conscious is to know that the prick of a needle is not by accident. (Image by Effie Jessop) Might the senses know not how to betray? One’s prized possession is the sensorial ability to experience with the layers of experience ignoring time is... How rich oppress the poor.Taken from my series Political scavengers series The moment is what it is meant to be, but the memory is forever... Good hair day, pic by daughter Amadea
As a friend of mine says, the answer is in the question. However, there are no questions. I can''t advise you, ... I wish we would just skip the time changes...decide on one and just stick with it. The older I get, the harder it is to adjust to them. The countdown of historical proportions stands ready...can we do the right thing? (Image by pinterest) So often we forget that life is but atoms in synchronous dance, even the most inactive forms until they’re not. To the reader. Always seems to be "too-soon-gone" ... We remain with only grief and must remember that only God can give to us eternal life. I recall ... A failed virtual expedition to Rapa Nui (Easter Island).
Written for my mother long long ago.. and as they say.. somethings never change. - To think on what comes next to one’s existence, is to never shun or reject the possibilities. One’s existence will forever be a game of chance. (Im... As this year’s Holidays suggest another epoch closing, I am reminded that someone once said, “Taking risks doesn’t mean shirking responsibility, but e... The language of the unspoken conjures up worlds we can only imagine. Personifying the language of the unspoken conjures up reality we can only imagine. "Brought to you by Curly Moe and Larry" "Now from a distance they send our kids in" Trying to write a song, ... a little bit Country. To not pay attention to the
process of years, is to ignore how
perfect it all is.
Sat in my patio 1 evening as a electrical storm passed over, next morning I wrote this poem. Sometimes the storm inside is so intense, one can barely cope, until they reach deep inside kneads for Poet pleading prayer knees. There is something about a thunder storm that energizes me. I enjoy watching them here on the shore of Lake Erie Some allegorical prosetry (or some might call it flash fiction) exploring the idea that it’s healthier sometimes to imagine the imaginary than to get ... When our senses cannot be relegated to acceptance, we sometimes have to blindly forge ahead, or forever be antagonized by pain’s persistence. A dedica... Ms. Karla the Storm Spinner ask me to see into her eyes and tell...
This poem is dedicated to a courageous woman, a Veteran, a friend and also, why no... A conscious life teaches that even in one’s most dire moments, hope is a reality waiting to be acknowledged. (photo by Franz Schumacher) I have submitted some of my storm poetry to PublishAmerica.com. Please pray it is accepted. :) "StormSpinner" will (hopefully) be the title of my b... This was inspired buy the recent flooding in Louisville Kentucky. FYI: I live on high ground SW of Louisville. I was flooded into this area for a few ... A workshop assignment to write an acrostic monorhyme of at least 10 lines, any topic. I chose to write about a storm at sea. I used the painting below... |
