Memories
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NaPoWriMo 2026 Day 28 The Lost Ritual There deep within the sacred wood Are runes carved deep in stone Where once an ancient priestess sang To spirits now unknown. I sought it out that long lost glade With pool clear and deep Saw flowers deck those holy stones While they, their secrets keep. What profound…
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Where I’m From Is Not My Home The road so long and longer years I’ve been so long away. Back then I thought I’d be back soon Who knew how long I’d stay? But one thing led to something else And that to something more. Now years have passed and nothing looks Just like it…
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NaPoWriMo 2026 Day 26 Stories My Body Tells Pt. 1 Near forty years ago or so One sunny summer day Was walking with a friend of mine Just chatting on our way. On railway tracks we strolled along Not thinking much at all I stumbled on the clinkers there And took a nasty fall. At…
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NaPoWriMo Day 15 Sounds of Life Water gurgling gently over mossy stones before plashing into a small pool Leaves rustling as a breeze sighs gently through the wood The quick knocking of a woodpecker looking a quick meal ‘neath thick bark Dragonflies hum busily in pursuit of mosquitos A dozen different songbirds fill the air…
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NaPoWriMo Day 13 Why Summer Matters Here Summer does not mean the same To those in warmer climes But here where winter seems the rule We live for those brief times All winter long we curse the dark Then too we curse the cold Once summer comes, we curse the heat And bask in light…
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NaPoWriMo Day 10 The World That Was Old trees, old friends, gone now to the mill Here where once of old I dwelt Tall trees, strong trunks, now an empty hill Their passing so keenly felt Tall trees, old trees, now there’s none remain ‘Neath whose fragrant boughs I’d rest Small trees, wind warped, claim…
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NaPoWriMo Day 1 So last year, I had a lot going on, so I didn’t really do the poetry wriiting challenge. After more than ten years, it felt like I didn’t really have any left to give. Apparently I just needed a break. This Loss My broken soul each time I look See empty space…
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My Mother’s Love From heaven fell those gentle dropsto kiss each leaf and bloom,A gentle, restful tapping onThe window of my room. My mother laid a cool, damp clothUpon my fevered brow.She took my hand, she stroked my hairMade soothing noises now. The fever burned much hotter nowCould scarcely see or hear,Yet through it all…
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I moved away from my hometown 25 years ago. I left behind my family and almost everyone I knew. I made a new start and haven’t regretted that decision for a minute. But that doesn’t mean I don’t miss them. This weekend, my brother and his wife were in the area visiting her family so…
Brain Bits To Go 