Freedom
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This is How Love Is
For in the end, Love Runs to Us, Grasps Us, And Refuses to Ever let Us go.
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What a Trip – #SoCS
Little things piled up. Thing which, under normal circumstances, would have rolled off my back, but they ALL. HAPPENED. AT. ONCE.
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No Shovel Required
Snow falls and then melts
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Whatever.
Whatever.
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Fractured Faces
Safe in our certain Somethingness…
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Between the Cadences
There, we have choices that make all the difference Between the cadences.
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A Book of Endless Pages – SoCS
Every day is a new page in a book of endless pages.
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Obscured
I see you… Rising above the cloudswhich obscurewhere your building began. You continue to riseIn spite of the clouds, And clouds don’t last forever. One day… You will standstrongand proud, And I will see you fully,toptobottom, Illuminatedby a never-ending sun. The Pic and a Word Challenge is (usually) a weekly creativity prompt offered Mondays. Photo Credit:Patrick Jennings…
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See Where I Might Land – SoCS
The prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday (SoCS) is: “let go.” Write about the first thing that comes to mind when you think “let go.” Enjoy! I’m about 36 hours late on my SoCS because, well, I just couldn’t “let go” yesterday. I had it SO firmly affixed in my mind what had to be…
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‘Tis heaven’s heat which rescues from cold hell.
Away, aweigh, ’tis love which calls us forth; The love which calls shall push us there as well. When globe reveals what’s east, west, south or north ‘Tis heaven’s heat which rescues from cold hell.
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The Roller Coast
We can’t get enough of The Coasters.
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Sonnet XLI – Christmastide
It’s “Boxing Day” which means the season’s o’er? In ‘Murica, again, we have it wrong.
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Don’t Yuck Someone Else’s Yum – #SoCS
You don’t have to like it; you don’t have to eat it. I will.
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Then What?
In general, I find a great deal of peace and predictability in the turning of the liturgical seasons. In other ways, it’s tremendously troublesome. Always waiting. Always looking for what’s next. “OK, that one’s done, and I guess it didn’t ‘work’ either. What do we wait for next?”
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Punt.
More sleep means haiku
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Sonnet XL: Refocusing
The bad’s still there – I’ll let the best abound.
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There Are No Rules – #SoCS
Opposites attract, Except, of course, when they Don’t.
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2 Buds Sit
One eschews the Liquid Courage that brought them together.
defying atrophy 