Tag Archive: Poetry

Poetry Friday

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As I Grew Older It was a long time ago. I have almost forgotten my dream. But it was there then, In front of me, Bright like a sun— My dream. And then… Continue reading

Poetry Friday

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Poetry Friday

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Last Night the Rain Spoke to Me Last night the rain spoke to me slowly, saying, what joy to come falling out of the brisk cloud, to be happy again in a new… Continue reading

Special Guest Post and Book Giveaway by Lois Hjelmstad

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I am honored to feature this special guest post from Lois Hjelmstad, alongside a gift from Lois to readers. I’ve known Lois online for several years now, and her beautiful poetry never fails… Continue reading

A Poem To Stir The Soul

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The uncharacteristic summer heatwave we’ve been experiencing in Ireland for the past three weeks has broken and spots of dark rain have started to appear outside my kitchen window. I am drinking a… Continue reading

Your pain is the breaking of the shell that encloses your understanding.

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  Your pain is the breaking of the shell that encloses your understanding.  ven as the stone of the fruit must break, that its heart may stand in the sun, so must you… Continue reading

Only kindness makes sense anymore

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Yesterday I listened to a radio interview with Dr Tony Bates in which he spoke about depression. At the end of the interview, he read a poem on kindness and it made me… Continue reading

Poetry Friday

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The Phoenix Again On the ashes of this nest Love wove with deathly fire The phoenix takes its rest Forgetting all desire. After the flame, a pause, After the pain, rebirth. Obeying nature’s… Continue reading

Poetry Friday

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Flowering Front Lawn. Picture courtesy of JanHasak.com Now How Does Your Garden Grow   Digging deeper In rich earth Planted seedlings Reach to birth   April blossoms Sprout anew Tulips risen Phlox debut… Continue reading

Poetry Friday

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Out There Out there you’ll see it all. The floating ends will meet and mend, and you will be yourself; your fully-formed, though always changing, self of selves. Every clumsy backward look will… Continue reading