Saturday, February 27, 2016
Friday, February 19, 2016
Night Light
The street light
filters through the
tiny openings in
the window shade
forming intricate
patterns on the walls
within
I lie on my bed and
contemplate the
beauty of
small things
The art of awareness
as a slow dance
over time
Sifting through all
of life’s events
to find the
memories
that endure.
Ellecee
Monday, February 15, 2016
Tuesday, February 9, 2016
Winter Gravestones
I am getting
older
not too old
but old
enough to see
memories in
graveyards,
and
to ponder,
someone's
father who tilled the land
a youth who road a bike on country roads
a farmer's wife who raised chickens
gardens in the fall
winter snow
spring thaw
and how
some things
die
while others
live forever
if only in
our minds
Ellecee
Reposted from Ellecee's Eye
Saturday, February 6, 2016
Reading
She is reading:
Rumi - "for I am the candle; burning only makes me brighter"
Neruda - "Some day, some where, unfailingly, you'll find yourself"
Gibran - "your pain is the breaking of the shell that encloses your understanding"
Angelo - "Now if you listen closely, I'll tell you what I know"
Atwood - "Aren't there enough words, flowing in your veins, to keep you going?"
These distractions for the times when
she has lost her muse,
knowing they will lead her
back to her
own voice
Ellecee
Thursday, February 4, 2016
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