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The time will come
when, with elation,
you will greet yourself arriving
at your own door, in your own mirror,
and each will smile at the other’s welcome,
and say, sit here.
3 days, 8 hours ago
pea river journal
It is an ancyent Marinere, he rose the morrow morn.
I never saw the man whom you describe.
He lived and died among the savage men. 310 more words
1 week ago
This being human is a guest house.
Every morning a new arrival.
A joy, a depression, a meanness,
Some momentary awareness comes
As an unexpected visitor. 73 more words
1 week, 2 days ago
This is such a random thing but, I LOVE poetry. I have literally spent over an hour on Pinterest before looking at poems. I LOVE them. 425 more words
3 weeks ago
3 weeks, 1 day ago
My Writing Journey
On this last week of National Poetry month, I thought I’d make homage to the form by choosing a favorite poem and sharing it here. 142 more words
1 month ago
As any parent knows, you don’t play favorites among your kids. You can HAVE a favorite, of course, but you take that scandalous secret to your grave. 699 more words