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Black rain...

Black rain, 
Thy redemption hearkens near.
Through withered toils 
And misbegotten beginnings 
Thy promise of absolution 
Will soon set upon 
These wasted fruits, 
And carry them to grace.

Art: “The Funeral” 
Édouard Manet

Poetry

Positive

Stay positive, stay strong
Unyielding, unflinching
Or neutral, an even keel
Even slightly despondent but never negative
Down, despairing and distraught

Your chest barely moves as you sleep… 242 more words

Poetry

WIPpet Wednesday -- what's a Muse?

Since meeting Kate I’ve found all this cool stuff to do with my blog. Like change the blog title. And contemplate the malice of Muses. 188 more words

Writing

Elegy for the children of Syria: If I call to the children

If I stretch my soul between the disintegrating
Earth and the pearly heaven
If I stretch it gently and embroider it
With red roses and white roses… 140 more words

Syria

Elegy

https://johnnyojanpera.files.wordpress.com/2014/07/elegy.mp3

It passed quickly; her breath, her doings. As if blindsided by a ripping wind, all I am left is poor of spirit and empty of soul. 151 more words

Writing

aren't all Muses mean?

Aren’t all Muses mean?

My conversations with Kate usually result in some kind of inspiration. Last time, it provided me with an epic new blog title. 208 more words

Writing

Poetic Interlude XII

I was thumbing through a lost notebook, Gentle Reader, and for this week’s Poetic Interlude I thought I’d post some of the unpolished fragments I found. 229 more words

Poetry