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Stream of Confluence: Empty
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A place to meander with me awhile, until we all meet again. Sunday, October 19, 2008. For Bob I miss you, dear friend. No coffee spewing out my nose. No tears to wipe away. No words to read that no one knows. No metaphor in play. No wittiness to make me think. No chapters yet to come. Instead a vast and missing link. My empty heart is glum. Oh, I know! The silence is killing me. There is all this stark, brazen reality around us, and no Bob to send us on a mind trip. I wanna go tripping, man!
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Stream of Confluence: One Down, Three to Go
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A place to meander with me awhile, until we all meet again. Saturday, December 13, 2008. One Down, Three to Go. It was rough, especially towards the end, but I survived the first semester of my MA studies and my family still loves me despite the silent glares I doled out every time I was interrupted in the middle of a sentence - Whoo Hoo! I'm also done teaching for this semester and have a whole month off.maybe now I'll get caught up on some personal writing for sharing. December 14, 2008 at 4:53 AM.
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Stream of Confluence: October 2008
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A place to meander with me awhile, until we all meet again. Sunday, October 19, 2008. For Bob I miss you, dear friend. No coffee spewing out my nose. No tears to wipe away. No words to read that no one knows. No metaphor in play. No wittiness to make me think. No chapters yet to come. Instead a vast and missing link. My empty heart is glum. Saturday, October 11, 2008. My answer to this week's WordCatalyst writing prompt. Ah listen to them ‘lowly actress’ indeed! Friday, October 3, 2008. Yet that small vo...
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Bypass | Whispers In The Wind
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Whispers In The Wind. Poetry by Shirley Allard. Posted by Shirley Allard. Asymp; 2 Comments. The strength it takes to be a man. Admired by the masses. Is absent in his trembling hand. In search of reading glasses. His tired eyes still hold that light. That never seems to dim. A love of life for which he fights. Still flows from deep within. He longs to be a hundred years. Upon this Mother Earth. At eighty-nine he’s faced his fears. God must have seen his worth. The road ahead will challenge him.
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Ain’t No Sunshine… | Whispers In The Wind
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Whispers In The Wind. Poetry by Shirley Allard. Ain’t No Sunshine…. Posted by Shirley Allard. Asymp; Leave a comment. The warmth is at a minimum. As shade demands its way. From stem to tip. A bud will form. The branch will swell. To fill with sap and seethe. Bursting forth until the tree. Has found its time to leave. Larr; Previous post. Next post →. 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). Beth L. Niquette.
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The David'Z RantZ Archives: 9/1/08 - 10/1/08
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The David'Z RantZ Archives. Please check out my archives, and feel free to comment on ANY post, no matter how old! This blog is officially "retired," but my other blog,. The Lair of the Silver Fox. Is still open for business! Monday, September 29, 2008. A Brand New Project, Part Two. And if you're old enough to remember where and when the above phrase was used - constantly - you're old. Not long ago, I wrote a post. All I needed to do was 1. convince myself, and 2. find a title for the new blog. In my ea...
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Wings | Whispers In The Wind
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Whispers In The Wind. Poetry by Shirley Allard. Posted by Shirley Allard. Asymp; 2 Comments. The butterfly may lose her wings. They don’t last very long). But in the process, other things. Have surely come along. And inched along his way. Towards all the things. The sunlight brings, and. She watches still, each day. Larr; Previous post. Next post →. Thoughts on “Wings”. April 22, 2015 at 1:39 am. Hello would you mind stating which blog platform you’re using? April 28, 2015 at 10:13 am. Get every new post...
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Stream of Confluence: December 2008
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A place to meander with me awhile, until we all meet again. Monday, December 22, 2008. Walking with Woods in Plainfield, Vermont. Fern, thou art a fan of feathered. Fingers tickling my bare shins,. Shhhhh, shhhhh,. I hear you whisper to others–shhhhh,. This is our moment–. There will never be another. Saturday, December 13, 2008. One Down, Three to Go. I'm also done teaching for this semester and have a whole month off.maybe now I'll get caught up on some personal writing for sharing. Book of My Heart.
