It has been a long time since I put any of her things on, but think all that read this understand or can identify in some way. Thanks everyone.
Pages of my mind turn As I discern The boundaries of my Elemental real.
Born to forget, To surrender To present brass, To regret the past And world's oblivion, To succumb to juvenile adventure As victim of nature inclination To produce physical vindication Of her abstract relation To oblation to substance And human consternation At being, At awareness At large And in particular.
Your mother always deliver her poems so well. Wonderful piece!
Thank you so much for writing a Unicorn Dragon poem for my newsletter cover of next issue of Angel's News. I appreciate it sooooo much!!!!!! I'm taking the painting in to display today, so I'm printing out the poem as well to display with the painting. Of course, your name will be mention as author. I intend to add your poem of the Unicorn Dragon to my list of reading and I will tell the folks that the poem is from my friend Katie Fairchild. You write so well!!!!! Thank you sooo much!!!!!
Gotta run now, I will be in rehearsal this morning, then tomorrow it will be the real thing.
“The woman or man who is a poet, or fiction writer, or playwright, or all of these, is engaged constantly in a jazz ballet of vocabularies, passions, genders, histories, perspectives, death, love, and life. The music of revelation announces itself to
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Your mother always deliver her poems so well. Wonderful piece!
Thank you so much for writing a Unicorn Dragon poem for my newsletter cover of next issue of Angel's News. I appreciate it sooooo much!!!!!! I'm taking the painting in to display today, so I'm printing out the poem as well to display with the painting. Of course, your name will be mention as author. I intend to add your poem of the Unicorn Dragon to my list of reading and I will tell the folks that the poem is from my friend Katie Fairchild. You write so well!!!!! Thank you sooo much!!!!!
Gotta run now, I will be in rehearsal this morning, then tomorrow it will be the real thing.
Love to you and Jim,
Sandie Angel a.k.a. Sandie May Angel :o)