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Solitary Wanderings: June 2013
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Not all who wander are lost. J R R Tolkien. Dearest Wanderers, thank you for wandering far and wide - far enough and wide enough to wander back. I have caught a poetry bug - or it has captured me. This one is from a couple moons ago. The moon is drifting, drifting,. O’er the world below,. The mist is lifting, lifting,. Born of glittering snow. The dancing sprites of Northern Lights. Are bending, bowing low,. While mist is lifting, the moon is drifting. 8216;Cross the glittering snow. Through the ocean sky.
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Solitary Wanderings: Looking down into the sky...
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Not all who wander are lost. J R R Tolkien. Looking down into the sky. Looking down into the sky,. What is there to see? Whisp'ring waves reflecting on. An amber line of languid clouds. Wrapped in dressing gown;. A flitting flock of feathered friends. Flying – upside down. Looking down into the sky. What is there to see? Two startled eyes, some flailing limbs,. And a bobbing Tiffany. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). Joanne and Mr. Joanne. Somewhere, right now. Looking down into the sky.
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Solitary Wanderings: Swiss Cheese
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Not all who wander are lost. J R R Tolkien. Vowing that this one would be different. This blog wouldn't fizzle out like so many others. I would stick to it and continue posting. Only I didn't, as you can see. Hark! The sound of crunching as I eat my hollow words. Not work, perhaps? Ho, ho, so silly. Thank you, smarty pants. Please excuse us for a moment. Wouldn't it be wonderful to write full time? Writing is shockingly similar to painting. I prefer realism when it comes to painting, although I admir...
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Solitary Wanderings: Camaraderie of Literature
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Not all who wander are lost. J R R Tolkien. I have a delightful, insightful passage to share with you. It comes from the book titled The Master's Violin. By Myrtle Reed. An excellent read if there ever was one. I love to wonder where this book has been. Whose bookshelf has it sat in? Whose hands have held it? Whose mind delighted in its semi-philosophical lapses? Perhaps someone. No, to begin would only lead further from the paragraphs I am unsuccessfully trying to share. So here you are:. Would you find...
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Solitary Wanderings: June 2014
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Not all who wander are lost. J R R Tolkien. Looking down into the sky. Looking down into the sky,. What is there to see? Whisp'ring waves reflecting on. An amber line of languid clouds. Wrapped in dressing gown;. A flitting flock of feathered friends. Flying – upside down. Looking down into the sky. What is there to see? Two startled eyes, some flailing limbs,. And a bobbing Tiffany. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). Joanne and Mr. Joanne. Somewhere, right now. Looking down into the sky.
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Solitary Wanderings: July 2014
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Not all who wander are lost. J R R Tolkien. You think I sing for joy. You think I sing for joy. When in reality, this song is my lifeline of hope;. Faith’s final stand against the onslaught of despair. My lips keep moving long since my heart has stopped,. For only in silence will doubt become defeat. You think I sing for joy. When in reality, this music is my marching song. For trudging on and on through dreary days. Thirsting for the more abundant life:. Resigned to the rain, yet longing for the sun.
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Solitary Wanderings: Moonnight
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Not all who wander are lost. J R R Tolkien. Dearest Wanderers, thank you for wandering far and wide - far enough and wide enough to wander back. I have caught a poetry bug - or it has captured me. This one is from a couple moons ago. The moon is drifting, drifting,. O’er the world below,. The mist is lifting, lifting,. Born of glittering snow. The dancing sprites of Northern Lights. Are bending, bowing low,. While mist is lifting, the moon is drifting. 8216;Cross the glittering snow. Through the ocean sky.
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Solitary Wanderings: Of Age and Time
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Not all who wander are lost. J R R Tolkien. Of Age and Time. I thought I enjoyed aging. My impressions have told me that, for some people, aging is a fearful thing. I never really understood and felt slightly alienated by the difference. Or so I thought. I'm not so certain now. You see, age also brings change. Sometimes change is fun; sometimes. it's not. Whether good or bad, life can never be the way it was. What day is it? It's Today," squeaked Piglet. My favourite day," said Pooh. Im trying to underst...
