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THE VIEW FROM THIS END: August 2012
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THE VIEW FROM THIS END. I shall ruminate on the view from this end of life. It is a vast panorama of places, people and events that have coloured my full rich life, and hopefully, there is still time for a few more lovely surprises. Wednesday, 29 August 2012. A big hello to you All! This is Sara writing on behalf of Mum/Moannie. she asked me to give you all an update as she is unable at this time to get to her beloved Paco and write to you all in her own inimitable fashion. Tuesday, 14 August 2012. Someo...
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THE VIEW FROM THIS END: On their behalf...
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THE VIEW FROM THIS END. I shall ruminate on the view from this end of life. It is a vast panorama of places, people and events that have coloured my full rich life, and hopefully, there is still time for a few more lovely surprises. Sunday, 30 September 2012. I'm sorry to have have to tell you that Mum cannot get to her beloved Paco and is rarely out of bed now. I'm sure you can all in fill in the blanks. Again thank you for always stopping by and being here. 30 September 2012 at 15:44. Hi Saz, I have be...
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THE VIEW FROM THIS END: Sunday evening catch up
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THE VIEW FROM THIS END. I shall ruminate on the view from this end of life. It is a vast panorama of places, people and events that have coloured my full rich life, and hopefully, there is still time for a few more lovely surprises. Sunday, 7 October 2012. Sunday evening catch up. Just a short post to tell you all that Mum/Moannie was readmitted to the Hospice on Wednesday; whilst her meds are being reviewed and a hospital bed is being installed at home for her and her carers convenience. Much love to all.
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THE VIEW FROM THIS END: January 2012
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THE VIEW FROM THIS END. I shall ruminate on the view from this end of life. It is a vast panorama of places, people and events that have coloured my full rich life, and hopefully, there is still time for a few more lovely surprises. Tuesday, 31 January 2012. THE NEW, NOT SO NICE, ME. The US presidency, who is the chef du jour, who escaped the Jungle, skated their socks off, won any one of Cowell's tacky shows or became a multi-millionaire over night. I cannot read further than the first lines of any ...
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Creatively Written: November 2009
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Monday, November 30, 2009. I have written so few words to the one I love, for the one I love, for I have not loved like I might have. Alice chased the white rabbit, I chase the illusion of. Happiness, happiness, happiness. It exists, so I've been told, the bundle of mature emotion, immature impulsiveness, the words which are. Spoken as the anthem of the living, the silence of the dead. How can I long for the world to reorder, to turn back the clock, to disappear into the endlessness of. You monkeys, awake.
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Creatively Written: September 2009
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Sunday, September 20, 2009. Standing in one place the eternities stare,. An eternity, as sand pulling away from the dune,. Pulling away from the dune. How indifferent the wind that plays with the shifting sand,. Asking more and more. Until the sand is blown away. Piled behind a wall. As indifferent as the wind once was. Blow as it may. The wind cannot pass, but is turned aside. Saturday, September 19, 2009. Hauntingly beautiful sound,. Clatter, clatter,. A call to decide. Friday, September 11, 2009.
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Creatively Written: August 2009
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Friday, August 28, 2009. There is no reason,. It just happened to begin that way,. A shivering of fantasies up my spine and down again. So sly, a glance between moments. Eyes that linger, savour, caress. Pinpoint the attraction, I cannot. Fill in the meaning between the lines,. Brush against me, scent of sanity,. Taste the sweetness upon my lips. Flowing freedom of silence,. Does it mean anything to you? The darkness and the moon,. Snuff out the meaning, an illusion. Risk everything upon the vision,.
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Creatively Written: February 2009
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Saturday, February 28, 2009. This was inspired by Charles Dickens "A Tale of Two Cities). New faces, new places, they travel each day, searching for redemption, revival, anything. They have left the land of no hope, for that city upon a hill, they have left, they have left with a will. Yet the hunger it lay in the streets, yes the hunger lay in the streets. Onward citizens, onward, search for the elusive medal, nugget, hope, hope! Faces of gaunt children, and balding men, hair receding hope retreating.
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Creatively Written: Royalty
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Thursday, July 3, 2014. Bruised but not broken. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). A man goes far to find out what he is - Death of the self in a long, tearless night, All natural shapes blazing unnatural light." Roethke. An Old Poem of Longing. Spinning, flying, dreaming. Link to my blog "Schooling Our Thoughts". A Writers Tips on Writing. The Works of Henry David Thoreau. Learn Techspeak Through MIT for Free. The pure, the beautiful, the bright,. That stirred our hearts in youth;. Sarah Doudney, 1843.
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Creatively Written: October 2009
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Friday, October 30, 2009. For love of Fall. The wind, a breeze. Through the hazy afternoon. The scent of autumnal bonfires. The dying embers of the summer sun. Warming the top of your head. A part of the dancing leaves. Saturday, October 17, 2009. Fagots eat at my heart. Tell me you forgive me. Wednesday, October 14, 2009. Westward the wind blows. Heaven lies shaking in repose. Yet all was well at day break. Wishes lies were true. Hasten send forth the pew. Yaweh will judge you now. I remember that day,.
