embracing graceful
abilities to again
pen haiku as breath
and when I think slow
will it blossom again?
i can only hope so
at the park today
children amassed woodchip piles
boys against the girls
something is brewing
can you feel it in the air?
conspires, keeps me up
old friend wrote today
"lovely to hear from me"
oh that they replied!
sleeping strongly advised
why the resistance?
i might miss something!
love keeps me company
it's sleeping in the other room
seven years of it
what kind of day comes
tomorrow? i suppose one
as precious as today
At age 14 as a freshman a most critical event occurred. I was introduced to stream of consciousness as a way of writing...and what I had been doing all my writing life was supremely impacted. A day does not go by that I do not write...some thing of prose, poetry, correspondance and commentary. I am what? druid? woman? mother? lover? a drop in the ocean? all of the above. All rights reserved. Copyright 2005 Deborah Drake.
Friday, May 18, 2007
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