Simple Things
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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 Day 25 Lesson From A Tree Oh tiny tree why do you grow just there, I would like to know In a hollow atop a trunk how small now is your world shrunk. Oh tiny tree what mad caprice said here gamete I release Here, where there is no room to grow countless seasons…
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NaPoWriMo Day 17 Count My Blessings My life is filled with love so sweet No question, always there My wife of nearly thirty years I’m blessed beyond compare My daughter when she looks at me Can see how much I care Though adult now still loves me too I’m blessed beyond compare She also has…
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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 14 My Magic Brew I am not a magician so Don’t think of me as such Though I brew a magic potion Which lets me do so much Some can’t stand the taste of it To some it tastes like life Some hate it if you add to it Aren’t happy with no…
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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 4 Today’s prompt was “Morning”. There is a place I love next to a lake. I love to sit on the west bank of the lake and watch the sun come up across the water. It truly is the best reason to get up ludicrously early on a weekend. This poem is about…
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Flash Fiction February Day 10 Cooking For Her Travis sipped his coffee, placed his cup on the counter and let himself out into the garden. It was early enough that there were still traces of dew in the shadows and he paused to breath in the smell of damp earth and growing things. Moving down…
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The Maker Yusuf ran his eye over the piece of hickory held in the jaws of the vice before him seeking imperfections. The plane in his hands would’ve shamed a razor with its edge. He made a few slow, smooth passes along the wood and looked critically at it again. Master Marat had said many…
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