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speccy perspectives: July 2008
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Saturday, July 26, 2008. How beautiful the world can be. Posted by laura k. Friday, July 04, 2008. Protruding from the wiry, spindly brush. With skin pulled tight like the head of a drum. Encasing sweet, warm droplets of sun-ripe. Ruddy juice- delicate and plump, teasing,. Drawing a covetous gaze as velvet. Tempts you to graze it with your hand or cheek. Dark with soft, placating sheen collecting. All energy and light like small black holes. Of deep summer, they ensnare and transfix. Posted by laura k.
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speccy perspectives: March 2008
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Tuesday, March 25, 2008. My beating heart before me marched. With meticulous measured meter. And the pregnant palpitationis ruptured. The membrane of my heart. Like an overripe tomato. Made sick by too much sun. Dangling in the fabric of everything. I saw the sloshing stars. My heart could not contain. And splashing it across unending lifetimes. Like a sword slit across my throat. And it slid across my lips. Where the wind whirled it away. An ocean and a world away. To strike an unfurling tendril.
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speccy perspectives: 4 November 2008
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Wednesday, November 05, 2008. I was sitting on my living room couch last night, my television set tuned in but muted, as the poll results were coming in. I knew the next president of the United States would be decided soon, and I was ready for the answer. though I knew that the results would not be solidified until late into the night, even perhaps during the early hours of the morning. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). My writings and musings on God, life, and nature. The love of bare November days.
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speccy perspectives: June 2008
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Thursday, June 12, 2008. Another fire has been put out. I think I know this person. But there's something else. Look at her eyes. The girl I once knew had deep, dark eyes that sparked and crackled like dried leaves scattered over a campfire. They were electric and fully alive. And not only alive, but nearly able to bring the world to life all around her. These eyes are missing that energy. These eyes look old. Beaten. A veil stands between them and the outside; can you see that veil? Has she ever looked ...
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speccy perspectives: August 2008
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Saturday, August 30, 2008. Tomorrow and tomorrow and tomorrow. I recently read a novel written by Georgia author Terry Kay, entitled. To Dance With The White Dog. Ça, c'est la vie? But for all my fretting,. To Dance With The White Dog. Posted by laura k. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). My writings and musings on God, life, and nature. Tomorrow and tomorrow and tomorrow. Stop Global Warming (dot) org. The Southern Nature Project. Eden in the Kitchen - my vegan food blog.
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speccy perspectives: November 2008
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Tuesday, November 25, 2008. The love of bare November days. I love this scene. The fleeting days when leaves like flames and gold dust scatter along the ground, where breathing in the Georgia air does not feel like a tourniquette clamped around your chest, where everything seems just a little more free and a little more alive. Write about it.". Why are we unable to not write about this season? Not yesterday I learned to know. The love of bare November days. Robert Frost, "My November Guest"). Simplify yo...
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speccy perspectives: A Boy's Will
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Saturday, November 01, 2008. One of my favorite poems was published in Frost's first published book of poetry,. Here on the first of November, I find this poem quite appropriate in so many ways. My Sorrow, when she's here with me,. Thinks these dark days of autumn rain. Are beautiful as days can be;. She loves the bare, the withered tree;. She walked the sodden pasture lane. Her pleasure will not let me stay. She talks and I am fain to list:. She's glad the birds are gone away,. Posted by laura k.
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speccy perspectives: October 2008
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Friday, October 17, 2008. I watched you hoist the world above your head. And make them all retreat in holy dread. Hero in a world fallen far from grace,. Martyr for those who've been frozen in place. And handed to the whims of great unrest-. A savior's role you played, and played your best. But 'neath such weight you were bound to crumble-. Never too infallible to stumble. And as the fateful wind sliced cleanly through. And whispered of the pains reserved for you. Posted by laura k.
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speccy perspectives: April 2008
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Wednesday, April 16, 2008. I have certainly seen times where I had to make a life-changing decision, and I always torture myself with the question of whether I did the right thing. particularly when the choice I made seems to go awry. I find my head spinning with thoughts like,. What if I had done it this way? What if I had chosen that instead? Would I have gotten hurt like this? Would my life have been better? Have I screwed everything up? Two roads diverged in a wood, and I,. Yes It has made all the di...
