When I was a young girl, I was obsessed with a box of Morton Salt. “WHEN IT RAINS IT POURS” was its message, as the yellow-frocked gal, sheltered by her umbrella, sloshed gayly through the puddles, while a steady stream of salt poured from the box she carried. It was eye-catching and – to this day […]
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Invading all my senses, warmth and light upon my back, I never thought to view a sunrise, as a spreader of the bright rays, whilst I, enshadowed; sight’s renewed. My folio is filled with golden hues, Of morns and suns, ‘cross beaches, lakes and glens, Yet on this day, alone, mid-field I rue that seldom […]
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What a fun way to support The Choral Art Society of NJ. Tomorrow night we’ll be filling the surprise goodie bags and planning food and snacks, reminiscent of the 60’s. I’m not sure yet how I will “dress the part”, but I can’t go wrong with bobby- socks and a poodle skirt. I have between […]
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It’s been some time since last I scrunched those blades of summer grass, dew-drenched beneath my feet, Yet mem’ries still live, verdant, but now shades of what was once renewal, soul’s retreat. I’d wake before the dawn to catch the sweet, pre-sunrise moments, as the world still slept, For then, unblemished by the day’s entreats, […]
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Official Dogwood Photography Challenge: Week 13, Storytelling…New Beginnings ”Our world is full of circular patterns; as some things end, others begin. Tell us a story of a New Beginning. Story Telling: Good photographers can take beautiful images of something. Great photographers can tell a story with an image. In this category you will take a […]
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This room, this space, this temporary place, Awaiting and prepared for curtain call, Two hundred voices sing, in hallowed space, A timeless opus, swept up and enthralled. “Libera me”, staves fly fast before my eyes, Rising and descending hopes and fears, Pleading desperation, truth belies, accepts soul’s journey to eternal spheres. No mortal may escape […]
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A glimpse of heaven in a drop rain, Emerging spring buds straining to burst free, At first, I only see the the snow’s remains, Yet, as I think upon it, more I see. A drop of rain, a grain of sand, a breeze, We oft o’erlook the truth before our eyes, Brushing past, intent on […]
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The whine of tyke bikes, go-carts whirring by, The block where long our house is standing tall, The lawn of seven shades of bluegrass rye, While I, from front-porch rocker, watch it all. We pedal ’round the town, inhaling Fall The nippy, clear, crisp air is cool and sweet, With signs of autumn, vibrant leaves […]
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Night breeze inhibits, warm hints that signal “spring”, Night breeze inhibits, warm hints that signal “spring”, Too long delayed, yet, hope is mine, Too long delayed, yet, hope is mine Warm spring breeze (yet mine delayed) That Signal, inhibits hints of hope: Night is too long! Shy, undaunted, buds by chilled earth peeking, Shy, undaunted, […]
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He wakes at dawn with lust for life and glee, Shaking off the night shades, jingling tags (the clinking of his collar) call to me: “Wake up and join me, see my tail’s a wag.” Bounding down the first flight, waits; while I with sleepy eyes, near stumble out of bed, He can’t contain his […]
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There nothing quite alluring as that chair So finely crafted, sanding-wheeled and glazed, Hand-rubbed, enhancing grain and curves with care, And waiting just for me to be amazed. When placed with will, upon the porch so grand, Two-storied decks of un-named mountain inn, Aligned, boxed in, at edgeside lake’s expanse, Each, side by side, each […]
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It lay upon the crunchy winter sod, It reaches far and wide ‘top wooden slats, (a foot bridge o’er the icy cygnet pond), And spreads its shivers ‘cross the barnyard grass. The night before, while stoking coals in hearth, Awaiting Father Winter’s bedtime tuck, Sensing hint of droplets through the dark, Just as the evening’s […]
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