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Orangeupurple?: A trip to France with Links . . .
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Poetry and art anyone? And a few other things along the way. . . A trip to France with Links . . . July 3 and 4 Cahors. The Lot and Aveyron (July 5 2011). July 7 . . . Exploring the Lot, France. July 8, 2011 . . .Castelnau and nearby Villages . . . Rocamadour, France - July 9,2011. A Sunday walk along the Lot. Cuzals: Open Air Museum on the Lot . . . July 11, 2011. Castles, Grapes and Cahors Wine. A Day at Versailles. Paris . . . July 18 - 20. Strasbourg July 21 - 25 2011. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom).
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Orangeupurple?: Fragments of Color . . .
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Poetry and art anyone? And a few other things along the way. . . Thursday, August 29, 2013. Fragments of Color . . . Thy quilt of many colors. Define the hills of summer winter spring fall . . . The rusty oranges, crispy browns. The truest blue of eternity . . . Bloody reds, rivulets of wine . . The green of growth and whispering pastels. Mere shadows of shade that falls between the sighs. Of their creator;. Thy paint is smeared upon the trees of god . . . Thy breath begs my very soul for room. Dancing d...
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Orangeupurple?: Anxiety
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Poetry and art anyone? And a few other things along the way. . . Sunday, February 2, 2014. A chain of events. Under pressure . . . A small wayward movement. A drift of the vehicle . . . Waiting for angels . . . As the eyes glaze over. Anxiety lives in the heart. And caves of solitude. But what is cherished. In the face of change. Is the power of. And who am I. To stand against the tide. To break the wave. To stanch the bleeding of the wind. To drop a fragile egg. And watch it explode. There is death in.
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Orangeupurple?: "The Bus is Moving; Please Hold On!"
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Poetry and art anyone? And a few other things along the way. . . Tuesday, September 10, 2013. The Bus is Moving; Please Hold On! So vocalizes the bus driver of my early morning journeys . . . a profound and wise observation of the whirl-wind of life . . . "The Bus is moving; please hold on! My friend is dying . . . her world narrowed in to the breadth and depth of a shoebox. Her grip strong yet slowly . . . like a flower blooms. Hands open . . . reaching to the warmth of the sun . . . Of the well fed.
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Orangeupurple?: Woe!
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Poetry and art anyone? And a few other things along the way. . . Friday, May 9, 2014. Be not afraid to fight. That old demon Woe. For though he chases. The birds on wing. He can easily be laid low . . His wounds are deep,. Of lost stars,. Muddy waters . . To fly . . Yet longing to follow the butterflies of Summer,. Watching eyes stung by their. Displaced by the harsh drops. As battle scars. . . . Your rainbow is too exhausted. To climb those busy roads. So you live in the grey,. Your long dark shadows.
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Orangeupurple?: Freedom . . .
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Poetry and art anyone? And a few other things along the way. . . Monday, September 30, 2013. Freedom . . . Somewhere in the Lot, France - 2012. The following poem was inspired while listening to the music of Van Syla: "Finally Free" . . The eyes of the dolphin. Saw the wings of the 'gull. As she flew above mountains. Which shadowed the sea . . The heart of the dolphin. Longed for those wings. To fly with the birds. Across the great sky. And into the morning . . . Down through the night. A world of water,.
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Orangeupurple?: May 2014
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Poetry and art anyone? And a few other things along the way. . . Friday, May 9, 2014. Be not afraid to fight. That old demon Woe. For though he chases. The birds on wing. He can easily be laid low . . His wounds are deep,. Of lost stars,. Muddy waters . . To fly . . Yet longing to follow the butterflies of Summer,. Watching eyes stung by their. Displaced by the harsh drops. As battle scars. . . . Your rainbow is too exhausted. To climb those busy roads. So you live in the grey,. Your long dark shadows.
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Orangeupurple?: February 2014
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Poetry and art anyone? And a few other things along the way. . . Sunday, February 2, 2014. A chain of events. Under pressure . . . A small wayward movement. A drift of the vehicle . . . Waiting for angels . . . As the eyes glaze over. Anxiety lives in the heart. And caves of solitude. But what is cherished. In the face of change. Is the power of. And who am I. To stand against the tide. To break the wave. To stanch the bleeding of the wind. To drop a fragile egg. And watch it explode. There is death in.
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Orangeupurple?: January 2014
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Poetry and art anyone? And a few other things along the way. . . Tuesday, January 14, 2014. Thinking . . . The ripples of the water. With new white lace,. Crisp yet dynamic,. Brilliant, and reflective. Of the depths of creation . . . A song floats up. From the bottom of that. Well - - -. To quench the thirst. Of my raw cells . . . I drink deeply of. Cool spring waters . . . My face feels happy. Can find a way to fly. To the empty house. On the hill . . . Against the darkness . . . I am the star walker and.
