Author Archives: elainedanforth

I AM ME

I am me. The only person I can be. That is OK– I’m really meant to be exactly as I am– yes, just this way. This is now. In the past, there was a “then,” I grow bits different every … Continue reading

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IT’S HOT

It’s hot. The freeway sounds a constant brush. Amid that not so distant rush, I sit and think, and feel and write this peaceful night of all the sundry, lucky things I’ve got. A reservoir of strength that I can … Continue reading

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THAT CLEARING IN THE FOREST

My world grows oh so big, and I feel small, though now the physical equivalent of of a wild tree grown full and strong and tall. . . The forest grows within itself a brightly sunlit clearing. It draws my … Continue reading

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A BIG DAY

A big day. Or two or three. So much to do. And only thou and me. The freeway rush, the drives, the rides, the buildings that long ago were raised now, slowly, slowly, being razed, the future patients from those … Continue reading

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DAD, I’M GLAD

Dad, I’m so glad your strong self and presence and love I once had. But then, I was grown. . . Time to go out on my own, a time of challenge enough, when, as I would not have thought, … Continue reading

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JUNE FIREWORKS SOUND

Fireworks sound warm fog air veils the stars. . . Modest the length of the near-solstice night, when measured in hours. . . Then, like Ben Franklin, the June sun is early to rise at its dawn, and then arcs … Continue reading

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FLYING CREATURES

Flying creatures flit and flutter ‘mongst the bushes, flowers and trees, along with clouds and wind, the soaring aspect of all nature. . . Some buzz, some chirp, some swoop, some siphon nectar, each along its special vector. . . … Continue reading

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