The fog moves on...

The fog moves on...
Carl Sandburg
To understand any living thing, you must, so to say, creep within and feel the beating of its heart.
~ William (W.) MacNeile Dixon
from The Human Situation: The Gifford lectures delivered in the University of Glasgow, 1935-1937 (1937).

Tuesday, January 7, 2014

broken tree...


broken tree
do you feel
my tears

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Monday, January 6, 2014

distant white sails...


distant white sails
surrender to
the army of blue

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Sunday, January 5, 2014

rainy dawn...


rainy dawn
kookaburras skate
on the clothes line

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Saturday, January 4, 2014

grey cobwebs...


grey cobwebs
bedroom mirror becomes
confused

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Friday, January 3, 2014

bird on a branch...


bird on a branch
huddled in dry leaves
alone at dusk

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Thursday, January 2, 2014

high on my mountain...


high on my mountain
restless seas beyond my feet
it is here I feel 
the choirs of
earth and heaven

 in harmony
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Wednesday, January 1, 2014

morning winds blow softly...


morning winds blow softly
tinkering with
my new journey
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Thursday, December 12, 2013

desks empty...

desks empty
voices walk the halls of the mind
a star
smiles
patiently


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Tuesday, November 12, 2013

fanned beauty...

fanned beauty
sprinkled with tiny jewels
a dove
bathing 
in new rain


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Sunday, November 3, 2013

potpourri...

Spring
blossoms and storms
shower
mixed blessings

 Linking to:
Lunch Break


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