What is it about swans?
They make me think of fairy tales
And magic
And the ugly duckling
who discovers he’s a swan
When it says dry clean There might be a reason. But what? When it’s cotton? What could it hurt to wash it? Save a few bucks. Oh… Not quite colorfast… The photo does not do it justice A very rich purplish red hue Running down the sink Bloody bleeding enough For Halloween
It’s been a few days since I posted. Not that I haven’t written tons and tons, but thank God I have demonstrated some degree of self control and not publicized my sad, grieving, horrifying thoughts. A word of advice, when you lose your love, do not read poetry like this: The Summer We Almost Split…
I was introduced to sixteen-year-old Minnie Marks on the blog called A Mermaid in the Attic. I was so blown away I had to throw together a post to share the discovery. Oh to be 16 with so much talent and… I’m searching for the right word without being patronizing. I would say from her outfit she has…
Paper, emails, messages, class assignments They arrive faster than a roadrunner cartoon Anvils rain from the sky Duck! Hide under the desk! “Take me down to the river” She whispers Where tufts of white Glide between stone blue ice Two, then four, then more Silent as statues Three observers One human, two not Watch from…
I have no special talents. I am only passionately curious. — Albert Einstein The big news of last week was that one of the chickens produced an egg! Ta Da! There’s been three eggs in total so far. One was so small it could have been a robin’s egg. And there was another big event! I’d given…
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I love the poem Maery…and the look on the chicks face is adorable, a cutie.
Oh the chick are so cute 🙂
You are a poet my friend. I love the fluffy little peepers!!! Cute!
God bless ya sweetie!!! :o)