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May.13.2013
I'm a memory catcher,
catching memories with my pen
as they flit in and out, thump their
wings, live for those few moments.
Living, dying, being reborn.
Wings flit gently in the wind,
carry memories with each flutter,
heart connecting with soul–catch them
while I can, and let them go with the ink...
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Apr.06.2013
Yesterday against the gray,
rain kissed day,
green ivy, both light and dark,
yin and yang peered out at me.
I saw what I would not have seen
had the sun shone bright.
I would have only seen half the truth.
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Mar.27.2013
We went to Carmel on Saturday and it was a wonderful time. After checking into the hotel, grabbing two sandwiches, our blanket, and a bottle of wine, we headed straight to the beach. It was slightly windy and cool. I had to go back to the car to get our sweatshirts, but it was still wonderful...
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Mar.19.2013
I see a woman or is it a little girl...She stands at the river's edge, watching life flow right by. Pushing pause, rewind, play, fast forward. Eventually, she stops pushing all the buttons, allows the river to flow on by. She knows that's best. And she watches and then decides to dip her toe in to...
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Mar.14.2013
Yesterday was a good day. I felt that I was cleansed of...don't know where that thought's gone.
Today's a new day.
But yesterday keeps reminding me...it was one of those days where your writing in your head and the words are streaming out like a kaleidoscope–turning round and round, seeing so many...
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Feb.21.2013
I've been thinking about you
since I haven't seen you in
weeks, now months.
At the intersection, as I wait for
the light to turn from red to green;
the streets seem empty without
you rolling your cart around. I often
wonder what you kept in that case of yours.
I used to see you at the cafe,...
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Feb.19.2013
I am a weeping willow;
I do not weep tears of sadness,
but tears of joy.
My long tendrils hang, cover
my naked body, protect me
from the elements and
outside forces.
I stand here and weep–
weep for no other reason
than for the simple
reason that I can.
I will shed tears of sadness–
tears in all...
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Jan.10.2013
So nice to look back at the remnants of words that I have left behind, to see that certain day's words spilled over, a cup that could not contain itself, unhindered and unafraid to pour forth emotions and thoughts.
It helps to see this, as I experience more frequent moments of drizzling rather...
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Jan.08.2013
the day is concealed
in a shroud of hope
and peace.
pine trees stand strong.
in the distance,
silence--
falling pine needle.
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Nov.08.2012
There is a void inside of me that I cannot fill—and just as soon as those words escape, the ache lessens. I’m a seeker without a clear direction, not having found her way in this world. At most times content, satisfied, knowing there is more—there always is—knowing that on one hand she’d like to...
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