Tag Archives: Fear

I WANT EVERY COLOR OF THE RAINBOW

I want absolutely every color of the rainbow– right now, and gotten all at once, and also, each savored plain, all by itself: red, blue, green, purple, orange, yellow. Yet, what this asks of me to do despite snows, winds, … Continue reading

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HOW DO YOU RIDE THE CHANGE?

How do you ride the change? (Though you may yearn to fight it, clear it. . .) How do you nix or take the risk while some straggling part of you yet trembles and lags back to fear it? How … Continue reading

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YES, YOU CAN SING

Yes, you can sing of what you do and what comes to you that feels blue, and absolutely wrong. . . But, do that only, and you’ll draw out the sad, afraid and mad and lonely. . . It may … Continue reading

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DANG! LIFE CAN BE SO GOOD!

Dang! Life can be so good, when you let go all of the ways you know it can be bad. There was, after all, ages ago, the first soul who ever sang, a certain kind of silence forever out to … Continue reading

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GOD, PEACE!

God, peace!. . . Please, give me peace! The voices, the choices, the one who belittles, the Benzes, pliĆ©s, Rolls Royces. . . The people, the cries, and the chimes from the steeple, blown away the wrong way in the … Continue reading

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QUICKIE, SHORTY POEM

Quickie, shorty, speak-y easy. . . whip some words up to go with your post-noon or evening cup, cafe or tea-sy. . . So to do, I tap ten fingers, and ten toes, a little cold, now warm at keys, … Continue reading

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SOLSTICE– THE TIME THE SOUL MUST RUN ITS PACES

Solstice. . . the time the soul must run its paces, do its tricks. The lights, the sun’s day heights, the body’s workings go more low and slow. . . Sometimes its life seems as if it’s got just one … Continue reading

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