Perfectly manicured Wild natures (audio poem) A pristine street of garnished green manicured perfectly prize-winning roses planted in a row lush bushes trimmed just so not an aspiration too high, or a limb too low A perfect scene, an impressive show the keepers keep pruning and perfecting as their pride and ambition grows Until that …
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Grounded, I know how to be. Feet planted for writing, teaching, listening, gardening, meditating, photographing, cooking and serving, bed-side tending, and for clothes and hearts that need mending. A responsible grown-up – you can count on me most of the time I am a focused woman moving through tasks but sometimes I must toss aside …
"Say this of Horses" by Minnie Hite Moody Across the ages they come thundering On faithful hoofs, the horses man disowns. Their velvet eyes are wide with wondering; They whinny down the wind in silver tones Vibrant with all the bulges of old wars; Their nostrils quiver with the summer scent Of grasses in deep …
My eyes are burning, and my legs are numb, but it is worth it because my first draft is done! What began as two short stories combined into one is now forty-five chapters (almost 85,000 words) written over the course of nineteen months. I wrote it, dreamt it, lived it, imagined it, read it, and …
This poem, "Little Secret," is from my second poetry collection, Being a Woman - Becoming, illustrated by artist Sammi Lee. This version has been modified from my original poem, including additional lines added at the end. This is my empowered collection written with young adults in mind, however, this poem and the others contained in …
Fierce winds suddenly rise and threaten to destroy everything. She is stretched and tested by the pushing, pulling, howling, and screaming. The weathered door whistles and bends causing her to tremble and quake. Run She does not. Collapse She does not. Bravely, She braces the splintered door when gales whip and shake. Give up She …
playing poetry pebble tossed on a hopscotch square one step, two steps, skipping in rhyme get to the end, turn, then do it again reading poetry thank you, Dr. Seuss for writing lines that still delight and to you, Shel Silverstein for your tree that keeps giving loving poetry along the shore in Mexico, a …
In this life time is of the essence. I’ve lived a few life times in this body it seems, yet, it some times feels like my entire life time was lived during a restful night’s dream. I wake and know I have more to do with this life I’ve been given. I complete my work, …
Words, annoying when first heard, took a lifetime to reveal their worth. You are no one's property, is what she said, after seeing a possessive slogan, claiming that I was property of my first boyfriend, proudly displayed on my just made pin, attached to my shirt. Rolling eyes at the stern one who was not …
There is not in the wide world a valley so sweet As that vale in whose bosom the bright waters meet; Oh! the last rays of feeling and life must depart, Ere the bloom of that valley shall fade from my heart. Yet it was not that nature had shed o’er the scene Her purest …
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My Inspired Life 