Tag: Whimsy
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Slice of Life
Flying down the road, absorbed in your thoughts,as the beginnings of wildflowers peek out at the sun.Out of reverie with a jolt – What is that smell? Cutting the air like a knife, breaking the spell.Bemused searching eyeslook for the tell – And you see a manriding on the green shoulderof the road on a riding…
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The Power of Words
In wielding words, a power lies for launching souls into the air,like birds who soar to mountains high and cloudy ringéd cliff tops spythere gasping in the heady mountain air, for joy of bursting. And from the airy mountain keepsthe words like thunderbolt of fire – dive down to skim the waters deepreflecting stormy clouds that seepin writhing agony…
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Imagination Revisited
Imagination is… A caravan of camels, an oasis of vibrant life enveloped by vast lands of nothingness and drought.Carried along by an unseen hand. Through scorching winds it presses,Concealing a wealth of nourishment, preserving vitality in the fever of barren expanse. Dry and thorny weeds that show no hint of mercy can sustain it, pressing onward towards illusive…
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Royal Cats and Priestly Dogs
Cats, as you probably know, are weird creatures. My parents’ cat shares the name Candace with a first century queen, honorably mentioned, in the biblical book of Acts. I think maybe she knows this because she certainly puts on royal airs. In keeping with her nature, she enjoys hiding under the bed in order to…
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I, Sing
This king sits insipid; his right will hid.His mind fills with spilling milk, twisting wild. Biting sting grips. Fit spits ill ilk Pining wind sighs limp.It is still. Bird trilling strings wind with thrills.Wings inching in sight, swinging high with skill, Singing drips bliss, knitting split thinking, Snips stifling film, pricking pity, Visit stirs this king. Light is lit…
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Imagination is…
A caravan of camels That can travel across vast lands of nothingness and drought. Through excoriating winds it presses,Carrying within the inner resources to nurture life in the barren expanse. Dry and thorny weeds that show no hint of mercyCan sustain it, can carry it to exotic cities only ghosts could reach. It spits in…
Writ & Whimsy 