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Tuesday, January 26, 2016

nor beautiful


Not a beauty, nor beautiful,
*I don't have a cat anymore, though I wish I did. 

but her words were.

shining spots of language,
slid along the page,
as though skating on ice.
(even though there was never ice in Mississippi)

Choreographed without
routine to a melody,
seldom heard before or since.*

If only such sentences arrived in my mail box.




*inspired by the letters of Eudora Welty and Ross MacDonald read in the collection titled: Meanwhile there are Letters





Monday, January 25, 2016

given the least kindness...


Bloom of compassion

I am drawn to be
better then otherwise planned,
when given the least kindness.

Melting, softening,
sensing,
selfless sentences
springing forth...
for others.














Monday, January 18, 2016

Found Beauty



One of, my friend ,Marc Chagall's pieces...


We each have a moment,
I think,
buried,
in our minds,
held,
tenderly,
carefully,
quietly.

Which,
I believe,
is the source
of how we perceive beauty.