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Ekphrastic Poetry: The Voice of Photography: The Essayist
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Ekphrastic Poetry: The Voice of Photography. Sunday, November 3, 2013. She often wrote well into night. Pen to paper by lowered light. When color faded from the day. Words would dance like a cabaret of birds in flight. Most of the stories with her name. Would never bring her much acclaim. This knowledge never stopped her pen. Writing prose again and again, without the fame. A deep love of the written word. Allowed the quiet girl be heard. She bared her soul upon the page. November 6, 2013 at 7:46 PM.
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Ekphrastic Poetry: The Voice of Photography: November 2013
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Ekphrastic Poetry: The Voice of Photography. Sunday, November 10, 2013. Some days life will try your will. Throw up a trial, test your skill. Enjoy each challenge while you can. For too soon you will be a man. Greet each day with a zest to live. Welcome night with naught left to give. Keep laughter close and anger ban. For too soon you will be a man. Scale mountains and hike dusty trails. Let sturdy wind be in your sails. Be yourself, don’t play by the plan. For too soon you will be a man. Subscribe to: ...
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Ekphrastic Poetry: The Voice of Photography: September 2012
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Ekphrastic Poetry: The Voice of Photography. Thursday, September 20, 2012. These manicured nails Symbol of opulence or Facade of purpose. 169; pending Susan R. O’Brien. Wednesday, September 19, 2012. He races like the wind, then stops on a dime. When he spots a tree with branches to climb. He can’t be held back, a spirited foal. His infectious laughter embraces my soul. I would slow it down if only I could. This little boy’s fleeting childhood. His legs are restless, no sitting still. Quiet times for ref...
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Ekphrastic Poetry: The Voice of Photography: Coffee Bar
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Ekphrastic Poetry: The Voice of Photography. Wednesday, November 6, 2013. Onversations in the morning. Ver delicious Lattes or a. Riends drink a hot. Spresso or Café Mocha. Fter a long day’s work;. Est, reflection and rejuvenation. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). My Personal Blogs And Sites. My Work in Progress Site. 5K Haiku A Day. Kameron and Grandma Sue Go North. Richard and Grandma Sue Go West. Type your email here if you'd like to follow my blog! My Favorite Blogs And Links.
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Ekphrastic Poetry: The Voice of Photography: Seaweed
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Ekphrastic Poetry: The Voice of Photography. Monday, November 4, 2013. Tossed upon the shore. All the beauty of a rose. November 6, 2013 at 7:45 PM. Lovely, just lovely.and I think maybe self-described? Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). My Personal Blogs And Sites. My Work in Progress Site. 5K Haiku A Day. Kameron and Grandma Sue Go North. Richard and Grandma Sue Go West. Type your email here if you'd like to follow my blog! My Favorite Blogs And Links. Donna's Greeting Cards and Designs.
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Ekphrastic Poetry: The Voice of Photography: Where Grown-Ups Go
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Ekphrastic Poetry: The Voice of Photography. Tuesday, November 5, 2013. I found the place where grown-ups go. When they need to run away. Coasters, ice cream and fried dough. I found the place where grown-ups go. When they tire of the corporate show. And need some time to play. I found the place where grown-ups go. When they need to run away. November 6, 2013 at 7:44 PM. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). My Personal Blogs And Sites. My Work in Progress Site. 5K Haiku A Day. My Favorite Blogs And Links.
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Ekphrastic Poetry: The Voice of Photography: Exhausted
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Ekphrastic Poetry: The Voice of Photography. Friday, November 8, 2013. Worn out and very tired;. I need a vacation. November 10, 2013 at 7:05 AM. Love your poems. Keep posting. November 11, 2013 at 3:20 PM. Oh, this is great! We all feel that way, dont we! Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). My Personal Blogs And Sites. My Work in Progress Site. 5K Haiku A Day. Kameron and Grandma Sue Go North. Richard and Grandma Sue Go West. Type your email here if you'd like to follow my blog! Little Boy and His Calf.
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Ekphrastic Poetry: The Voice of Photography: November 2012
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Ekphrastic Poetry: The Voice of Photography. Friday, November 16, 2012. Why would man choose such a life. Living on the edge of a volatile sea. Without benefit of children or wife. In the shadow of the reaper’s knife. Where wind alo ne would hear his plea? What demon roams within his soul. To compel his voluntary exile. Upon such an isolated rocky isle. Circled by moat black as coal. Where placid waters dwell hostile? None but a lady could so impel. One man to leave his life to chance. Too many promises ...
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Ekphrastic Poetry: The Voice of Photography: The Typewriter
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Ekphrastic Poetry: The Voice of Photography. Friday, November 1, 2013. Your time has passed my loyal friend. You always put my mind to ease. When sleep would flirt yet not descend. My dreams found freedom in your keys. The outlet for my rambling mind. A voice when I could not speak. Muddled words were soon refined. On your keys now deemed antique. Of your passing, there’s no rejoice. I yearn for sounds of tapping keys. Which meant a writer found her voice. Capturing words from elusive breeze.
