Monthly Archives: February 2011

THE CURRENCY OF A HUMAN SPIRIT

Agreement of fundamental worth, whether spoken or tacit, imbues currency with its power to be traded for other things. The power of a person stems from his or her own sense of fundamental self-worth, which is recognized and respected by … Continue reading

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THE DAY WHEN I COUNT

Several patches of ice on which I have skidded Countless drops of rain and flakes of snow that have broken their fall upon me Slices of wind that have cut through to my bone Rays of warm sun that have … Continue reading

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AROUND THE YEAR

Time slips on by second, minute. . . This life’s one that doesn’t promise to be infinite, though I can sniff the infinite from time to time within it. . . Spring wrings me out with rain and bird chirp, … Continue reading

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LAST CHRYSALIS, PLEASE YIELD A MONARCH!

The summer in my veins is screaming to be freed from the heavy banked-up snow of winter mounted up inside. The popping blossoms from the thick spring sod are quite a racket through to slog. Oh, summer,do relieve me– take … Continue reading

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IN EACH OTHER’S ARMS

A way to greet– or part– a gesture out of group affiliation or individual association– a casual act, perhaps, or deeper from the heart. . . Encircling arms one the other around, or pulling in each other’s shoulders, maybe with … Continue reading

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WHERE FOOT HAS BEEN PUT DOWN

Sense and being incensed Sound and resonance Imbibing and im-BIBbed Whiffing and immersing in aroma or a stench Blanching and recharging on the nearest park bench Touching and being touched, A little off in the head. . . Tasting and … Continue reading

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TIME, SPACE AND LIFE ON EARTH

Time +++++Until we find a way we can move back, +++++it is best we shall move forward. . . Space +++++A clear, unshrouded, unembellished view +++++of where we’ve been +++++hints at where we’re headed to. . . Life on Earth … Continue reading

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TAMING THE TIGER

Stiffness defines the perimeter of your cage cuffing your joints, lest you should +++++crouch ++++++++++and pounce ++and claw and thrash about +++++++with sabered jaw, +++++and free YOUR reign ++++++++++and maul your visitors ++++++++++++++in your rage

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WHENCE AND WHITHER I?

When I stare my photo in the eye, I know I live the self-same I I was when precious, I was photographed, first baby, child to my mother, my life’s staff. . . my eyes, the same as when, with … Continue reading

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THE LINE OF LIFE

A line etched with a quill– a millisecond in the scheme of things cannot conjure, capture winter skies with their blue grey golden stripes and their superhuman forceful push-a-grown-me-off-my-feet winds. . . a moment savored with a smile will travel … Continue reading

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