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The red maple. | Unraveling
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Writings of Matt Clendon. November 15, 2014. That might one day meet,. On a white, rafting river. There sails a leaf,. And it chooses neither. One side over the other;. Is the very centre. Of everything held dear. This reliable leaf,. Is there for all to see. On the wilder rapids,. Yet it keeps its course,. Steering within, and along. To each of our dreams. To be sought and found,. It will sail forever. Afloat like a certainty. This red maple,. Here, on the Great Lakes,. Or breathed at the top of hills,.
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Matt | Unraveling
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Writings of Matt Clendon. April 6, 2016. Bottle by the window. March 17, 2016. You smile because,. Well, while nothing exactly. Is as it should be,. There are these sets. They play like a flute. Carried on a gust. Of a Northern wind,. Taking all the force,. And gusto of its harshness. And it may be especially. Because of that gale,. Or a sense of a less playable. That they make the most. Of the breezed-by moment,. And play it as loud. And as bright,. As it should be lived. February 12, 2016. May 11, 2015.
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Fiddly fingers and creative endeavours | elperrodeldestino.com
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An eclectic look at our life with a rescue dog and and a developing menagerie, in an Andalucian village. Skip to primary content. Fiddly fingers and creative endeavours. Recycling, upcycling and prosthetic legs. When life gives you agaves. Something to do while you put off doing the things you really need to do for Christmas. Duck nappy harness the easy way. A handy way to humiliate your dog, or how to keep her from removing her stitches. You decide. Fish & Chip Baby Appeal. Full English Mini Tarts.
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Tree caught in a brook | Unraveling
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Writings of Matt Clendon. April 21, 2013. Tree caught in a brook. 8220;Trees are poems that the earth writes upon the sky. 8211; Kahlil Gibran. This entry was posted in Poems. One thought on “ Tree caught in a brook. May 4, 2014 at 11:12 pm. Leave a Reply Cancel reply. Enter your comment here. Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:. Address never made public). You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. ( Log Out. You are commenting using your Twitter account. ( Log Out.
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She asked me who broke the pond | Unraveling
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Writings of Matt Clendon. February 10, 2015. She asked me who broke the pond. Oh, don’t ask me I wasn’t there,. But ’twas a cracking affair. I’m reliably informed. From lots of swallows sat in trees,. A small vole and a -oh please. You don’t want me to name them all,. They were there – that is all. I’m told some hefty ducks. Skated freely over the ice,. More than once, maybe twice. Until their upturned tums. Met their feathery bums. Then a burly swan. Joined in the fun. He didn’t know his size). You are ...
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Readers make the best companions | Unraveling
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Writings of Matt Clendon. February 19, 2010. Readers make the best companions. Drifting above the room. To areas rarely seen,. The top ledge of the bookshelf. Displays a dusty parade. Of propped novels read. Leaning aslant into tomorrow. The lampshades from here. In their searchlight nudges,. To get out a duster and flick. I desist (knowing what I know). For there’s that old spider reading. 8220;The Time Traveler’s Wife” again,. And I notice its fine silken thread. Traversing one room corner. I can just ...
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A songbird | Unraveling
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Writings of Matt Clendon. November 15, 2014. It’s in the falling,. This expansion that I crave. One to be in two,. For the reassurance is complete. In its lasting to be embraced. Fully, I give in here. With arms that form circles. Around your soft back. This is the tenure of a songbird. By your bed linen. In the peace that curls. As we lay beside in close,. In desires fulfilled leaving night. Words could be spoken now,. But they don’t describe. All that is taught in the embrace. We share under music.
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A straight line has no corners. | Unraveling
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Writings of Matt Clendon. January 4, 2009. A straight line has no corners. Days lead into days. Of straight ahead lines,. I am just an ordinary,. Out of time with his world. In a century imagined. I’d never see,. Scarred from too many battles. They’ve alas crumbled,. To the sea, not wanting to be. Rediscovered, “Carpe Diem”. Thrown upon its head;. A plaque under the waves. I’ve Viewed the statues. Of the Gods and Goddesses. From sideline standpoints,. Caught fish swimming through. Their armless elbows,.
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Time makes a good pen | Unraveling
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Writings of Matt Clendon. November 15, 2014. Time makes a good pen. A lot of truths here. They begin to tap. You upon the shoulder. Of drumming fingers,. And while you can’t ignore. That play out so much,. You can begin to live,. With their off-beat rhythms. They may even have. Their own strain of music. Still, I know one thing,. And that is,. When the doubts creep in,. From around the corner. And the confidence wanes. In the bottom of a coffee cup. Has a hairline crack in it. That is when you should.