Tag Archives: memory

Troubled #midnighthaiku

* From calm to despair White water and memory Batter broken hearts *

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Shade #writephoto

Shade Invites Growing peace In green silence Light falls like water Fleeting visions conjured Quenching the thirst of the heart Rest and surcease for the weary A grove of living columns welcomes The separation of body and soul Dappled shadows … Continue reading

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Wealth #midnighthaiku

The smallest details Populating memory Everyday riches

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Bright Eyes ~Iain Kelly #writephoto

Through the gloom she found their spot where the flowers bloomed in the sunshine that sneaked through the gap in the tree canopy above. The ground was damp but she gave it no mind as she lay down in the … Continue reading

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City rhythm…?

I couldn’t remember the last time I had walked so far on urban pavements. I generally avoid going into town with all the dedication I would show to avoiding, say, a dinner invitation from a ravenous vampire…and for much the … Continue reading

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Promise #midnighthaiku

* I will wear flowers In promise and memory You will be their fruit *

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Forgotten #midnighthaiku

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Twilight #midnighthaiku

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An Invitation from Charles French

Reblogged from Charles French: I am again asking for those who would like to join the U.L.S.,the Underground Library Society, to join and write a guest post. In an earlier First Year Class at Lehigh University in Bethlehem, PA, The … Continue reading

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All for love…

It was quiet, too quiet. For the first time in almost eight years, there was no bouncing mass of fur when I came home from work. No grinning muzzle, no tail wagging so hard that it wagged the dog too. … Continue reading

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