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Weekly Photo Challenge: JOY | Puff Of Smoke Poems
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Skip to main content. Skip to secondary content. Puff Of Smoke Poems. Everyday poetry, every day. Unexpected Recipe →. Weekly Photo Challenge: JOY. January 2, 2014. A photo of my journals from 2013, now fat with words and ready to retire. Unexpected Recipe →. 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. Notify me of new comments via email. Build a web...
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Daddy-Long-Legs | Puff Of Smoke Poems
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Skip to main content. Skip to secondary content. Puff Of Smoke Poems. Everyday poetry, every day. Not The Kind That Grows On Trees →. August 5, 2015. Dew-damp, folded in the ferns. Not The Kind That Grows On Trees →. 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. Follow Puff Of Smoke.
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About The Title | Puff Of Smoke Poems
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Skip to main content. Skip to secondary content. Puff Of Smoke Poems. Everyday poetry, every day. Picture smoke rising from the chimney of a cottage nestled against something lovely–a mountain, a forest, a coffee bar with really good pastries…See how the smoke curls up, so distinct and visible and then dissolves into the sky? How it disappears into something bigger than itself? 2 responses ». January 23, 2013 at 3:38 pm. February 18, 2015 at 12:43 pm. Yes indeed. Evocative, beautiful and elusive. One Of ...
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Puff Of Smoke Poems | ~everyday poetry, every day | Page 2
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Skip to main content. Skip to secondary content. Puff Of Smoke Poems. Everyday poetry, every day. August 8, 2016. Last night’s rain and a family. To build a castle with a pool. From a blue plastic bag. You threw from your car. Out of this world. Inventions Of The Season. August 4, 2016. Ties a lawn mower motor. To his rusted bicycle. And putters up and down the street. Idle hours and daydreams. With endless time to meet again. August 3, 2016. Because it can’t be bottled. Clover’s scent, something close to.
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About | Puff Of Smoke Poems
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Skip to main content. Skip to secondary content. Puff Of Smoke Poems. Everyday poetry, every day. Short Answer: More Savouring, Less Griping. A few years ago, I took up the habit of writing a poem every morning. I didn’t revise them, or publish them, or show them to family or friends. I just wrote them. A person who complained less, rushed less, did less micromanaging or grandiose planning. A person who laughed more, created more, had more ideas percolating and more Technicolor dreams at night. When life...
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Lean Into Summer | Puff Of Smoke Poems
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Skip to main content. Skip to secondary content. Puff Of Smoke Poems. Everyday poetry, every day. August 4, 2015. Write it a haiku each day. 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. You are commenting using your Facebook account. ( Log Out. Notify me of new comments via email. A Poet in Time.
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On The World’s To-Do List, Paint A Watercolor Is Already Crossed Off | Puff Of Smoke Poems
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Skip to main content. Skip to secondary content. Puff Of Smoke Poems. Everyday poetry, every day. Exercise Methods: Different Paths For Different Days. My Street, 4 am →. On The World’s To-Do List, Paint A Watercolor Is Already Crossed Off. August 11, 2015. Flies a mad dash. Across the rain-soaked sky. The damp green trees. Bright shouts of red. Exercise Methods: Different Paths For Different Days. My Street, 4 am →. One response ». August 11, 2015 at 1:10 pm. You’ve done mighty fine, too. A Poet in Time.
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Snowstorm Saturday | Puff Of Smoke Poems
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Skip to main content. Skip to secondary content. Puff Of Smoke Poems. Everyday poetry, every day. Poetry Birds →. February 9, 2013. Still snowing, but my closest neighbor. Inside his homemade red and green shack. Built on top of his tractor. Is plowing his driveway already,. His tiny house protecting him from the wind. He’s retired now and so has time. To turn his inspirations. All up and down my road,. I can hear the low-roar symphony. Of snow blowers. And I’ve got to get out there myself. Weekly Photo ...
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puffofsmokepoems | Puff Of Smoke Poems
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Skip to main content. Skip to secondary content. Puff Of Smoke Poems. Everyday poetry, every day. September 1, 2016. Beyond the hedge, this other garden. Where we tend the brittle shells of the young. Each protected by a fierce spiked tongue. Or over there, past the hydrangeas. The rusted thoughts of the old. Creaky with fears and forgetting. And what is it we dream, as we. To soften their landings, as they grow. To show them the constancy that. Holds them safe like the soil. To turn now and then away.
