Tag Archive: death

Reflections of life

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Life will become what it is, my time a flash of tiny light dancing in a celestial stream. . Why fear death when the prison of body falls away? We soar above the… Continue reading

Senseless Sunday Sarcasm : Life

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Life. That place between birth and death. Some days I think Birth and Death have a bet going.  Can’t you just see it? Birth says, “Let’s throw some humans on top of Earth… Continue reading

For only a short time

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Abandoned down a dirt road they pattered into my life. Brothers side by side. …and now… Other Brother Coon Cat asks, with a tremulous meow, “Why am I alone?” After eight years he… Continue reading

Update

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The Brindle Dog started out life with many other dogs and cats. His first human died unexpectedly, and he was abandoned. Her boyfriend cared for him until he could find Brindle Dog a… Continue reading

Weekly Tanka #Prompt #Poetry #Challenge – Week 80 – Nature & Peace

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If you want to participate, here’s the link:  https://ramblingsofawriter2016.com/2018/01/17/weekly-tanka-prompt-poetry-challenge-week-80-nature-peace/ <_><_><_> OKAY — I’m trying something new and don’t know what the H.E. double L I’m doing.  These are the rules for the following particular… Continue reading

Thursday photo prompt – Signs – #writephoto

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If you want to participate, here’s the link:  https://scvincent.com/2017/09/28/thursday-photo-prompt-signs-writephoto/   Anywhere but here, I know not where I travel, avoidance my path. Bones speak to my fears displayed on a wall where all… Continue reading

Thursday photo prompt – Child – #writephoto

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#writephoto Click on the link to find out how to participate. Rock away the years …Rocking horse to rock’n’roll… creak your rocking chair. Slowly growing toward death, children learn our fear of life.

RonovanWrites #Weekly #Haiku #Poetry Prompt #Challenge #116 Home&Leaves

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Writer’s epitaph

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When I die no one will see the books unborn inside of me. The infant pages needing flow, in drafted form will never grow, and books awaiting editing, in boxes languish eyes unseen. If nothing… Continue reading

Intuition

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. Walking the horizon of a quiet life, toes sink into pristine beach, the echo of a distant train  calls out, “danger.” Water recedes, intuition knows,  then, you remember. The heart fights to escape. You dare not look,… Continue reading