Sometimes we do not know what is sown until it springs forth and grows.
Amor
Reviewed by Calendula Petal (Reader)
Reviewed on May 6, 2003
what a great concept......personally, weeds are only unwanted items in our lives, some of us can tolerate them some cant...some need to stamp on it before it takes over....
Great thoughts Tracey.
Seems we don't take the time to weed our gardens these days. A little maintenance each spring can save us a year full of clawing through the dirt. Dirty nails tell our tales.
-James
The deep-dive literary meditations presented as stories, poems, and essays in The American Poet Who Went Home Again, A Mosaic of My Soul at Work, have captivated and inspired readers ever since its first paperback publication in 2008.
Imogene, a country-bred girl, longs to make a life for herself in New York City. She joins forces with her former college roommate to start a movie production company in the big city.
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Amor
Great thoughts Tracey.
Very dark and strong write! You have described the set the mood jealousy from someone else, or ourselves can put us into perfectly!
Hugs,
Maria
"to be pluck by its roots
hung to dry, till rot,
until it dissipates
to particles of lost thoughts. "
excellent poem
Peggy
Jack
-James