carried by the flood
all the life that might have been
tears of mothers
carried by the flood
all the life that might have been
tears of mothers
Writer Lynne Sargent
Poetry Puttering by Pax & Company
Sometimes everything has to be enscribed across the heavens so you can find the one line already written inside you. Sometimes it takes a great sky to find that small, bright, and indescribable wedge of freedom in your own heart. David Whyte
"drink from the well of your self and begin again" ~charles bukowski
no dust here
Looking ahead, without looking back (too often)
flights of fancy from New Zealand
You're never alone, if you've something to share
All you touch and all you see / is all your life will ever be
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I am where the valleys are deep, the mountains are high, and the wind moans through trees...
rejuvenatement - not retirement
Once more your gift of imagery in so few words. Wonderful stuff.
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cheers
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To all 5th Marines, Spearhead Division, who did not come home from Iwo Jima (first landing anniversary on FEB 19). —Chagall
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yes indeed
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Oh wow, this grabs my heart and floods my eyes.
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history’s unsung victims
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Heartfelt!
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it was, indeed
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Reblogged this on Poesy plus Polemics.
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Reblogged this on OUR POETRY CORNER.
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thank you for sharing my poem with your readers
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always welcome!
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gold
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thanks kindly
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The condensed history of our world in 14 perfect words! Few haiku I have ever read match this one and none surpass it!
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you leave me speechless
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So sad–the price for loving, giving life.
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sheer torture when my son and son-in-law served
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I can only imagine, Paul–oh the anxious days, sleepless nights.
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Very much liked this. I wrote a piece called “The Gold Star” some time ago. If so inclined, you may enjoy it. It is tucked back in my archives somewhere.
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thanks – I enjoyed reading it
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Such vast grief makes my heart ache. Rich imagery.
sad
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I’m glad I could convey that
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